I am cold.

The sky is white, something unlike I’ve seen before. It’s too clear. I feel like if I was close enough I could see my reflection. The wind doesn’t like me keeping to myself, she wants me to sing with her. I try to get away, but she follows me. She tries to keep me company and I know it’s because she’s lonely. I give in and let her stay with me, joining in with her song. The mud on the ground tries to grab at me, but he’s only able to grab at the hem of my pants. My white shoes now brown are tired of his activeness. I try to pull my jackets close to me , but they want to go home. I do too, I am cold.