Sliding into slippers

I woke with a new found spirit, peering through the frosted glass windows of my room. White flakes dancing in the morning light, flying with careless abandon, without a worry. I wished to be so free. Sliding into my slippers and wrapping a house coat around me, the only coat there is for me. I tip toe silently down the dimly lit corridors, even at this early hour the halls are busy with movement letting me blend in unseen. I sneak through the front doors to the outside world.

I am greeted with crisp air that invigorates my lungs with life. While soft frozen kisses caress my chilled cheeks, I twirl under confetti filled skies. The bright sun nestles behind fluffy snow laden clouds, while a ray of golden light warms my heart if not my fragile body. Today there is no pain only joy as I revel in this rare moment of freedom.

I feel older than my youthful appearance, fourteen years on earth and a lifetime spent indoors, or so it feels. The smile, frozen on my face has nothing to do with the cold it is there from the shear joy of standing in the grace of nature.

I glance up and see friends, their faces pressed against the window. With a wave I beckon them to join me to be free, to be a child. Before we are once more confined to bed in a sterile room, praying for a cure or waiting for the end.