A speck of snow slowly descends from the sad sky, gracefully landing on a mound created by others before it. A brief breeze carries the next set of snow off course, and a new mound is generated. I sit by the crackling fireplace anticipating a day’s fun outside. Closing my eyes, I imagine all the exciting activities my friends and I would soon do, from making snowmen to sliding down steep hills. My heart hammers with hope and happiness. After a moment of fantasy, I gradually open my eyes, expecting to see more snow swiftly swirling from the sky, but to my disappointment, it has lessened. My heart whimpers. I frown and rush to the window, hoping against hope that my eyes have failed me, but no. The snow has ceased to descend, and my spirits continue further down the hill of hope. All my hopes have flown away with the snow-clouds. Now I have nothing to do but walk about the lonely house and wait for something to happen. After awhile, I decide to lie down and wait…and wait.

Ring! Ring! Ring! The telephone rings annoyingly, and I hastily jump off the sofa to answer it. “Hello?” I say in a sleepy voice. “But it stopped snowing, there’s none to play in,” I reply as my friend asks to me to go outside. “I don’t believe you, I just looked outside like five minutes ago, and there was no snow.” He tells me to look again, and though I do not believe him, I look anyway. I walk over to the window and pull the drapes apart, and to my amazement, see inches of snow on the ground and more pouring down. “Okay!” I say happily. “I’ll see you outside.” I don my jacket and gloves and rush out the door. My friends were already outside playing snowball fight. At my sight, they all aim their ammunitions at me and fire. I quickly run behind a car for fortification. A few balls hit me, but I was quick enough to dodge most of them. Panting safely behind the car, I begin to mass my weapons, shaping each and every one of them into perfect circles. After meeting my minimum requirement of ammunitions for making an offensive, I crawl to the front of the car, where I am still shielded by it if I remained crouched but was able to attack my enemies. I target a few and fire my perfectly round snowballs at them. I hit one, but was hit by another person. I drop to the ground for safety, and then quickly crawl back to the middle. I grab as many snowballs as I could from my weaponry fort and set them on the hood of the car, where I could easily access them. After examining the battlefield, I target the most vulnerable and expose enemies I see and fire at them. After repetitively doing the same things for hours but to no avail in making anyone surrender, my friends and I decide to quit and instead make a snowman.

We split into three teams, and each was responsible for accomplishing a part of the master scheme. Our team was in charge of making the bottom. We mass huge chunks of snow together, and then altogether roll it about the alley to make it bigger; we childishly endeavored to make it big enough to last forever, though we knew that would never happen. After hours of pushing the chunk of snow around, we finally agree to set it on firm ground, so the other teams can add their parts to the mound. The snowman is finished in a matter of minutes, and we all gather round and stare at it. I run to my house and grab a camera to take pictures of the sculpture. After I procure it, I hurry back outside to the place where the snowman was, but instead of seeing it… I see a gunman. He stood angrily in front of the snowman, whose head had already fallen off. “Which one of you broke the window of my car!” he yells. “Which one’s your car?” one of my friends asks. He points to the car I had hid behind in the war, and I become scared. Though I did not break the window, I had a huge share in the blame. No one says anything for a while…we are too scared to think, and he is probably thinking hard about what to do. “You!” he says and points at me. “Give me your camera, and we’ll call it even.” I stand there silent and motionless for a moment, and then decide to give him what he wanted. I slowly walk towards him, and as I was right in front of him, he snatches the camera from my hands…strikes me in the face with the bottom of his gun and sprints off. A jolt of pain overcomes me, and I fall backwards, hitting my head hard against the ground. The scenery around me slowly fades, and I could not see or hear anything anymore…

A gust of wind blows the snow towards the window, striking annoyingly against it. I jump off my couch, look about, and then slowly move my hands to my face. I did not feel any pain. I was confused, the dude had hit me right there with his gun, and now I do not feel a bit of pain. Weird…I thought to myself…then realize it has all been a dream. Relief, I walk towards the window, and… “It’s snowing…” I say to myself. Ring! Ring! Ring! The phone begins to ring. “Hello?” I say in a fraught voice. “No…you guys go on ahead and play, I’m kinda sick,” I lie as my friend asks me to go outside. “Yeah…I’m sure,” I reply as he asks me once more. I knew better than to go outside after that dream.

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