![]() ![]() I notice outside the window that the snow is falling down much heavier and thicker. “Done!” he replies with a snap of his fingers and a wave of his staff. “I have school tommorow, and honestly I should be asleep by now.” “Could you possibly make it snow hard enough so there’s a snow day?” I ask. “Watch it, I have a lot of dream boys!” I quickly add, “But sure, I’d like to hang out with you.” This is a dream come true, I don’t want to miss out on such an opportunity. With a twirl of the staff, he asks me, “Care to hang out with your dream boy?” My eyes widen as icy blue wisps shoot from it, snowflakes drifting from the wood to my floor. In fact, I had liked to consider Jack Frost as an unseeable friend. It makes the cold snowy days feel less lonesome. During winter, with the snow and ice everywhere, I feel like Jack Frost is always there by my side. But Jack Frost, he comes every year for longer than one day. I still like to think little kids get presents from him, though. Santa was amazing as a kid, but now that I’m grown up and I know where my presents are coming from, he isn’t as amazing. I never really cared too much about the Easter Bunny or the Toothfairy. I like to daydream, if you can’t tell.” Truthfully, Jack Frost is my favorite mythical being. “It’s dreamy to imagine that snow is magically brought upon by a wizard. “So you wanted me to be real?”Īt the way he says it, I feel my face slightly flush in embarrassment. “Here I am, the one and only Jack Frost,” he says with a cocky eyebrow raised. He gives me a friendly smile as he steps closer to me. “I wanted to believe in you,” I whisper more to myself. “Are you ok?” Jack asks with concern as he fidgets nervously. Instead, I collapse onto my bed as I continue to try and process what the hell is happening. ![]() “I…,” I begin, but find myself unable to answer. ![]() “You’re only supposed to see me if you believe I’m real,” he repeats. “Wait, you can see me even though you don’t believe in me?” ![]() “How are you Jack Frost?” I ask him as I try to wrap my mind around the situation. His feet hits the ground as he stares at me questioningly. When he floats into my room I can’t stop my mouth from dropping, for he really is flying. “Jack, Jack Frost?” I repeat incredulously. As I continue to retreat further, he holds up his hands frantically. “You can see me!” he exclaims with excitement. The boy runs his hands through his messy white hair. The window on the second floor with no way of being climbed to. It registers to me that he is at my window. “You…you can see me?” a boy cries, sounding shocked. With a small scream I retreat into my room as the blue eyes widen in surprise. My eyes lift back to the sky….to meet a pair of piercing blue eyes. I hold my hand out wonderingly as the snowflake softly lands on my palm and slowly melts away. It’s wishful thinking on my part, but I like to think Jack Frost brings the snow.Ī particularly large snowflake slowly falls in front of me. Even if I know it’s not true, I can still pretend. Ever since I was very young, I’ve always been known as a daydreamer. It’s not that I necessarily believe in mythical beings like Santa, the Easter Bunny, Jack Frost, and so on. “Thanks, Jack Frost,” I whisper to the blackened sky. Hey, maybe enough will pile up and school will be cancelled! Then I wouldn’t have to worry about the stupid homework assignment. I withstand the cold a little longer as I admire the view. These are the good thick snowflakes, too, not the tiny barely noticeable ones. Peeking my head out into the frigid air, I admire the snow as it dances with the wind. It’s snowing! I smile childishly as I rush towards the window and hurriedly slide it open. My eyes happen to slide past the window, but they swivel back when I notice small puffs of white floating from the sky. I am going to be exhaustedtomorrow, but I need a teensy weensy break that hopefully won’t extend into another hour of wasted time. With a sigh I push myself away from the desk. Great,, procrastinate further! It’s not like it’s midnight (which it is) and it’s not like this homework is due to tomorrow (which it is). But rather than actually doing the homework, I’m doodling. The soft glow of the lamp sheds light on my homework as I scribble away on it. As a kid it’s implied you celebrate Christmas, so if it’s something you don’t celebrate due to religion, just pretend~ ![]()
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