Indiana Snow

My eyes begin to droop. My brain begins to snoop, about my day, if I'm feeling okay, and other such bits and pieces. It mixes it all, with a splash of emotion and sound, swirling colors all around. Next I know, I'm standing in a city, a city in stood in once long ago. Like long ago, the city is covered in snow. It's cold but I don't care. I want to play out there. My mummy bundles me, until I feel I can barely get free. She allows me out, reminds me of my limit, and pushes my lip back in when I pout. I mind her well, because that woman can yell. She feeds me warm bread and hot soup that doesn't come from a can, I think it's grand. Soon after I'm again out in the snow, she shakes her head, but let's me go. I remember that winter well, that winter in the Indiana snow.