Cyrus got a good base going, although it was more rectangular than circular. Becca would have laughed at it. He himself laughed at it and tried to shape it to look more snowman.
His fingers were starting to tingle, even through his gloves.
"Gotta stay awake," he said, yawning. "Can"t…let…Becca…down."
He tripped and fell knee-first into the snow. He decided to lie on his back and make an angel. The cold snapped him out of his current sleeping reverie. He moved his arms and legs up and down and his ears swelled with the swishing and swashing of snow. He stood up and examined his handiwork. The result was a giant crater in the snow that didn"t even closely resemble a snow angel.
"Oh well," he said.
The twig snapped behind him.
An owl fluttered away over him, flapping its wings gracefull
