I wonder how it would feel to melt, to disappear into thin air, to wash away the problems of yesterday and wake up in a spring Eden. I wrap my pale blue scarf around my neck tightly and pull my fur hood over the top of my messy bed hair, pondering. As I enter the cold and merciless winter, a breeze of icy air caresses the tips of my ears, turning my warm breath into white smoke. I don’t want to know, I’m not ready, not yet.