Snow. I opened my eyes and the snow was falling, converting the world around me into an unused canvas. It was just settling, too early for human disturbance or the sun's poison rays. I dreaded the morning and all the activity it brought with it — the people, the cars, the pressure to do something productive. Mornings are horrible, imposing things; I much prefer the quiet of the night. It was cold, and I lay wrapped up in far too small an amount of layers. Above my head, the sky was expansive and blank. There was no#moontonight, and no clouds; it was a blanket of solid white, flecks peeling off and curdling to the ground. Yet, I felt nothing different and no urge to try. As my fingers turned red and my teeth began to chatter, I cuddled up to my companion, Nighttime. I was numb long before the snow came. A/N: I haven't been on this app in ages. Is anyone still there?