Rays of sunlight reflected brightly from the lush ivory carpet, flooding through frosted panes of glass and filling the chamber as if summer had somehow escaped the clutches of the season. Blue sky expanded above, nary a cloud to mar the azure heavenly slate. Behind the cabin, across frozen fields, fresh December snow dusted a myriad of evergreens.

At the edge of the field, before garden converged into meadow, a snowman stood, complete with coal eyes, carrot nose, crimson hat and twig arms. Flakes of pristine icy powder sparkled upon the crest of the beret, salt crystals upon rosy velvet. The silent gentleman smiled knowingly.

Alone now, she sighed softly. If she closed her eyes again, dreams might capture her, perchance to return her into vaguely remembered warmth of gentle fingers flitting across her naked skin. Temptation of sleep beckoned.