CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Shivering, I opened my eyes. It took a moment before realizing I was home, in my bed, in my room. Where it should have felt good, instead it just seemed weird. I stayed on my back and stared the ceiling. Moonlight from the window lit the room. In the beams cast above, I noticed a swarm of something like the shadow of bugs.
Snowflakes. It was snowing.
I jumped out of bed and ran to the window. Fresh snow covered the ground in a thin layer. Though I could still see blades of grass poking up from the dusting, I knew by morning everything would be buried under a blanket of snow.
I knelt by the window and stared.
Snow was silent. Before becoming deaf, I didn’t mind watching snowfall in silence. I stood up and pressed my forehead against the glass.
There was nothing fo
