A Touch of Frost
Hafreth, S.
That night I dreamed.I was in my white nightgown, my hair streaming in a thick cascade down my back. I was standing on my window ledge looking around at the quiet, moonlit nightscape. There was a serene beauty kissing the gossamer moon threads that speckled every snowclad object in its path. As I stood on the top of my bedroom window ledge, two stories high, looking out at the still night, a soft wind caressed my face, and strangely it didn't ...