Snow Day
Thursday, January 7th, 2010
I made a snowman today. I lay here in bed and can see him from the window. The moonlight reflects off the ice like a cat’s eye.
I have read ‘the eyes are the windows to the soul’. The cold construct that sits on the front yard has eyes dark as pitch. He knows how limited his stay is here. Those eyes ask, ‘why was I created? I’ll only melt and die in a weeks time.’
He stares at me…beging for an answer. I smile in contempt. I know the truth. A dark soul awaits in that snow creature. It waits for me to sleep.
I close the curtins.