Mira
It was snowing. Each flake was big and fluffy, and I watched as they did slow somersaults to the ground. It was one of those storms that’s heavy and soft all at once.
But the air wasn’t cold. I couldn’t see my breath, and I didn’t shiver, even though I was in a lacy white nightgown. The snowflakes that touched my skin melted away as they touched my skin, like I’d burned them out of existence.
Where was I? How did I get here?
The snow was up to my ankles. I looked around, and the winter seemed endless. The storm was thick, and I couldn’t see more than thirty feet ahead of me.
I took a step forward, and I realized I was barefoot. The snow crunched under my feet, but it didn’t make my skin scream like cold normally did.
In fact, I was hot. Burning hot. So hot, I c
