[pirate witch]: 524.Contest Entries.January drabble

It is lovely, I grant you, to look out the window in the morning and see a world made only of fragile things, of ice and glass and misty breath. And were we to sit behind that pane forever, with mugs of peppermint hot chocolate, spiked when no one is looking, maybe I wouldn’t be so opposed to stepping out of the front door. But as I know that my lungs will fill with frozen air and refuse to function, and that the icy ground is waiting to make me fall, I’ll stay in bed, thanks very much, until spring.