Inside snow

Date: 11/25/2020

I had woken up in, or at least I distinctly have no recollection of anything that happened beforehand, but I vividly opened the door of the bathroom back home and was flooded with white. The lighting looked more outdoor than it should have although I knew I was still inside. The carpeted floor was coated with snow. It was cold and wet with a slight ripple in it, like desert sand. A mixture of frost and dew clung to the walls and ceiling. I opened the door to my parents room, it had the same dark ambiance but it was for the most part devoid of snow. I turned back into the hall and walked towards my doorway. There was more of a misty feeling in the air, like freezing rain had somehow been left suspended and I was now walking through it. My room was the worst. The snow was much thicker here. All of my old belongings were coated in a shell of slushy refrozen snow. Fresh powder snow blew in gently past the cutains. I hate curtains. In my mind they are too restrictive and make me feel more isolated. They limit what I can see of the outside world.