One of my friends was sleeping in my old home in New York City. Call her Aphrodite. She was sleeping with my other friend, Aidan. She was hugging him while sleeping at first, but then she let go of him and she was sleeping on her own. Aphrodite was wearing black shorts that went up to her thighs. Based on how she lay down, she seemed vulnerable. I, unconsciously, peeked at her legs, long and slim, until I saw that her eyes were narrowly open, staring directly at me. I don't think she caught me, however.
"I'm getting up," I said.
"What time is it?" she said.
"It's 11," I told her.
Those suspicious eyes, mysterious and dark, pierced directly through mine. Any minute, I knew she would get out from the bed. But that's when I woke up. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. My roommate was gone. I looked outside and it's snowing. Sheets of white snow were blanketed across the field. I had written a birthday letter to a friend stating how there wasn't going to be anymore snow and it's over and done with. But now what is this? Rewind toward winter again. It's the rebirth of snow.
Just where could she have gone?
In the sky, crows caw.
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