i say hot cocoa, movie, and a much later night than planned. when i finally sneak to bed - turn off the last lights - i walk to the window that's glowing moon blue with snow. there is a blizzard out there. i smile like a child certain that tomorrow there will be no yellow bus or plastic lunch trays or hallway banter.
i watch the white light fall to the ground laying a blanket of silence. and then i join the masses. tuck myself into bed, eyes closed but smiling from ear to ear, sure that a snow day isn't simply absence from school, but more like someone turned a key and unlocked a door on a day that never existed. until now.
a day from nowhere, a wormhole. perhaps this is what it means to travel into the folds of time...
