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“Hey, wake up!”
The sudden words made Lana jolt out of her restful slumber. She’d been wandering through a haze of dreams, all featuring her girlfriend’s lovely face.
So, when she opened her eyes to see that same face only inches from her own, she almost jumped out of her skin.
“Mary,” Lana said, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She looked at the blonde on the bed next to her. Mary’s expression was bright and full of excitement, causing Lana even more confusion. “What’s going on?”
Mary smiled, the sight making Lana’s temporary shock and confusion dissipate. She was simply so lovely – her perfect features, her feather-soft hair, and every dip and curve of her body. The writer shook her head to clear it, but it was difficult to focus when her girlfriend was the image of perfection.
“C’mon, get up,” Mary replied, playfully nudging the brunette’s shoulder. She then sprung up from the bed and rushed over to the window. Her eyes widened in glee at whatever was beyond the pane of glass.
Lana bit back a groan, wishing she could’ve slept in. She had a busy week ahead of her, and it was Saturday. Still, she heeded Mary’s request. After a moment, she joined her girlfriend by the window and stared out at a rather surprising sight.
Snow blanketed the ground. The powdery substance sparkled in the morning sunlight, giving the entire scene an angelic glow. The leafless trees scattered around the neighborhood were adorned with icicles, and every roof in sight had been transformed into a sheet of white.
It was beautiful.
Lana felt her lips tilt upward in a smile, mirroring Mary’s own joyful expression. “Wow,” she breathed. “When did this even happen? It’s only November.”
The blonde shrugged. “Overnight, I guess. But isn’t it just wonderful?” Her gaze was transfixed upon the window, eyes wide in awe.
“Well, what are we waiting for?” Lana asked happily, all traces of slumber gone from her voice. The sight outside had completely reinvigorated her. Laughing at Mary’s bemusement, Lana rushed down the hallway and to the closet by the front door. She heard Mary’s soft footsteps behind her.
Lana let out a quiet chuckle. “Here,” she said, tossing Mary her boots and coat from the closet. At once, the blonde’s ice-blue eyes lit up in understanding.
A few minutes later, the couple, now clad in clothing appropriate for the weather, carefully made their way down the front steps of their home. They trudged through the yard, boots crunching down on the snow.
“Woah!” Mary giggled after nearly losing her footing. Lana quickly rushed to steady her, a smile upon her face despite her apparent concern.
Eventually, Mary suggested building a snowman, and Lana had enthusiastically agreed. And so, that was how they spent the rest of the day. They didn’t have a care in the world. All that mattered to them was the expanse of glittering white snow that lay before them. The possibilities were endless.