You see, I woke up and the snow was blue.
The snow was a bright baby blue.
Why was the snow blue?
I mean, there was no way that something I’ve known my whole life could just change one day.
Or could it...
Oh gosh, now I’m just sounding delusional I really need some sleep.
This is probably just a bad dream.
I look over my diary entry in confusion.
I wrote it last night.
Jesus I must have been tired.
I don't even remember writing that!
Snow is not blue.
I mean, unless you put blue dye in it or something? But who the heck would do that.
Only a crazy person.
I brush away my curtains to glance at the world outside.
To see if the snow has actually transformed.
I feel a rush of anticipation as the cloth of the long curtain gathers in my hands. What if the vision I wrote yesterday wasn't just a weird dream. What if…
With a jerk I woosh the curtains away from the small window.
The snow is not blue.
Why would it be?
“Snow is not blue.” I whisper to myself while I shake my head.
I throw the writing in my notebook away.
I must have been delusional.
I decide to walk to work today so I can enjoy the snow. Get some sun this winter season.
The snow sure isn't blue, but it’s phenomenal all the same. Even though I know it’s cold outside, I can't help but feel like it’s a warm summer day and I am trudging through overgrown grass and not hills of snow.
Rather than feeling cold and frozen on the long walk to work, oddly, my body is warm.
I don’t feel a trace of cold. I was probably getting sick or something.
It’s no matter.
I’m still going to attend work, this is no excuse. I am not one to make excuses.
But then again, you're also not one to imagine strange things… my brain points out.
I shake the thought away.
The walk to my office building is two miles away from my house. Not a bad little morning snippet of exercise if I do say so myself. It keeps me at least somewhat healthy and a little fit. But today it feels shorter, like i'm only walking a few blocks.
In what seems like no time at all I am sitting at my boring desk. Not much ever happens here.
Nothing interesting anyhow.
When I leave work later that day, everything just seems off in a way. People all over the streets are running in specific directions with hoodies covering their faces. Usually I could tell if their scared, terrified, or just need to get somewhere fast based on their expressions.
Today I can’t see the expressions.
I felt left out. I was the only person on the streets without a hoodie, and not running.
I hated feeling like this.
I felt a need to fit in.
And so I ran to the nearest store and grabbed a hoodie to buy.
“Hi! I would like to purchase this hoodie.” I said to the cashier.
Who was also wearing a hoodie.
He stared at me for a moment. A shadow was covering his face. It hit at the perfect angle, so I couldn't see it.
“Hello?” I said after a moment of awkward silence.
He took a sharp breath in.
“Come... follow us to the world of faces.” he mumbled.
The light washed over his face.
Except, he had no face.
I awoke with beads of sweat clinging to my skin for dear life.
So it was all a dream.
Of course it was.
People definitely had faces.
Life was definitely normal.
I went through a day of work once again.
Except today wasn't boring.
It was actually quite the opposite.
Work was interesting and when I got home, there was somebody there watching me. He was tall and handsome, but in a creepy sort of way.
I looked out the window to see if he had a car. Maybe he was just here to visit.
I found no car, but the view was perfect.
There wasn't even one indent in the snow that surrounded me. The snow that I had just walked on.
The snow hadn't fallen from the sky all day.
I never left footprints...
This was not right.
I woke up again, but this time I was unsure of what was dream and what was reality.
There was a surgeon in front of me.
I was in a hospital of sorts.
“Are you real?” I asked him.
“For now.” he said.
I took an inventory of the room, but stopped short when I realised...
My mother was lying in a bed next to mine.
My mother who had died five years ago.
She was breathing steadily.
“Shh.” the surgeon said. “She’s under the serum as you will be soon.”
I pinched myself and it hurt.
Was this real?
The surgeon pulled out a large shot.
“I will now inject you,” he said. “Thanks again so much for helping us in our efforts.”
“What?! I never agreed to this!” I screamed.
“I know.” he replied sadly. “But your family was chosen five years ago and now you are property of science.”
I tried to argue, but he injected me with whatever he was holding before I could speak.
I was at home.
But not my home.
When I ran outside, I tripped and fell.
Right into a fresh pile of strange snow.