Frost

A Story by oh,hey.

The harsh frost covered the ground like a blanket of protection; quickly it spread like burning wildfire taking everything in its sights prisoner to its cold icy jail. As I stared out the window sorrowfully, my hand daringly reached out and cautiously touched the frozen window. The ice burned through my hand, up my thin arm and down my back making my whole body unexpectedly shiver and I quickly snatched it away. My eyes looked eagerly at the fresh frost lying on the ground, the new air just floating around excitedly, the frost that was just waiting to be crunched… but suddenly my heart sank; all I could do was gape longingly at the welcoming look of the frost, I could only think about my blissful memories playing in the frost and I could dream that I would ever get the courage to go outside again.