Winter

Winter. It is a time when you hide your whole body inside the blanket and waiting for people to knock on your door to tell you that you are going to be late. It is a time when you will jump and scream on your door steps and let the snow pattered on your opened arms, in a staccato manner. It is a time when you wrap the blanket around yourself and don't even mind whether you had taken your shower or not. It is a time when you don't have to think of any other excuses but just "it's too cold outside so I don't want to leave my room". A time.

Winter. I forgot to send my list to Santa when I was in the age of four. Winter. Santa was busy and he didn't stop by my house that night. Winter. The glass of milk was spoiled the next morning and the cookies were all over the floor. Winter. I wrote myself a new list and throw it into the fire so the ashes would reach heaven by dawn.