Sitting, a cup of coffee in hand and I stare out into the snow blanketing my surroundings. I can't help but think of unrealistic dreams.
I'm transported to a different world, one where we walk the city streets. Snowfall just as it is now, making everything quiet. A purple beanie covering your dark brown curls, boots trudging slowly through the white blanket beneath us. I look up to you. Maybe it's the way your skin pales in the cold, maybe it's the bright outside, but your green eyes are nearly piercing through me.
Your already deep voice feels warmer, more comforting in the temperatures as you speak to me. You cup my hand in yours as we approach the cafe. I feel your hand reach around my lower back when we step through the door, shaking the snow off of us.
