The Days Grown Old
You begin to dream
Being as blind as you were still, it was shocking how vivid images still appeared. You are in the middle of nowhere with heavy snowfall overhead. Your small bones were quaking in place. No one is here with you but weather. Slowly, your paws began to sink in the snow. The wind whips about and chills you to the core.
Being as blind as you were still, it was shocking how vivid images still appeared. You are in the middle of nowhere with heavy snowfall overhead. Your small bones were quaking in place. No one is here with you but weather. Slowly, your paws began to sink in the snow. The wind whips about and chills you to the core.