BY AVA MCCARTY

I THOUGHT OF SNOWMEN DANCING IN THE STREETS.

THE STREET LIGHTS GLOWING, SHOWING THEIR SHADOWS.

THROWING SNOWBALLS AT THE SNOWMEN AND MYSELF.

AND ROUNDED IT INTO A SOFT BALL.

I LAUGHED AND THREW ONE LIGHTLY AT HER.

A SNOWMAN HELPED HER UP, THEN WALKED BACK TO HIS OWN KIND.

I WHIPPED BACK AROUND, SEEING THE SNOWMEN NOT PLAYING.

THE STREET LIGHT WAS FLICKERING.

IT WAS ONLY A DREAM.