Today i sat up, brushing my new found afro bed hair out of my face.
And looked out the small gap in my window where my long dark curtains diddnt hide. all i could see was parts of tree that glistened with the heap of snow lying gently and soundly on the many bruches of the part of the tree that was visible. It was so beatiful like the the world around me had changed over night covering my heart with a cold ice blanket of somthing amazing.
I gradualy got up and stumbled out of my bed, walking toward the long black curtains covering my window's and unvailed a totally different place. i could just about reconise it as my garden. but its was so