She stares out the window. Outside, it is cold and misty, with nothing moving in the bare trees lining the drive. The sky is low with gray, oppressing clouds that block out the sun. The world outside is a muffled, frigid, foggy place.
Behind the girl, a cheery fire crackles warmly in its hearth. Fluffy blankets are piled on the thick carpet in front of it, looking as if they'd been dumped off cold shoulders. A novel lies forgotten on the floor, and a mug of half-drank, cooled hot chocolate sits on a mahogany end table.
The girl is oblivious to the cozy room behind her as she sits on the chilly windowseat. Frost paints patterns on the corner of the glass pane, and her breath is visible in vague white puffs. Her feet are bare, and subtle shudders are beginning to shake her body.
And she still stares out at the mist.
Behind the girl, a cheery fire crackles warmly in its hearth. Fluffy blankets are piled on the thick carpet in front of it, looking as if they'd been dumped off cold shoulders. A novel lies forgotten on the floor, and a mug of half-drank, cooled hot chocolate sits on a mahogany end table.
The girl is oblivious to the cozy room behind her as she sits on the chilly windowseat. Frost paints patterns on the corner of the glass pane, and her breath is visible in vague white puffs. Her feet are bare, and subtle shudders are beginning to shake her body.
And she still stares out at the mist.
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