As I looked outside the snow seemed to have picked up more and more.  The flakes were about twice the size of the flurries I saw earlier.  The ground was completely covered from what I could see; it made me cold just looking at it.  I kind of wanted to get up and put on some extra socks or something, but I realized I couldn’t even feel my feet, which was weird but kind of intriguing at the same time.  I know I sound like a lunatic when I say that being able to feel my feet got boring, but it did!

     Which leads me to ask where the hell my mom is, it feels like a lifetime since she brought me my chicken noodle soup and orange juice.  I’m not really that hungry, I could just use the company.  Wow, look at me, Mr. Super Cool, awaiting his mother to bring his lazy ass some soup.  I sure hope I could talk to her about the weather too, I mean if there’s anything I hate, it is asinine conversation, and boy was my mother full of it.  Not that I hate my mom or anything, I just find it difficult to talk to her, she can’t help how she is, I suppose I should be less of a bastard about things.

     Now that I’m on a roll of regretting things, I’m starting to regret how I’ve treated Lisa and Miriam.  I mean regret is all I’ve been feeling lately; I just kind of lie still, thinking of how awfully I’ve treated everyone.  It feels like years that I’ve been thinking about this, sort of letting my personal life fall apart from its already poor status.  It made me want to call Miriam and ADAM to apologize for how ignorant I’ve been, I looked at the wall clock in front of me, and the seconds were ticking down past 4 o’clock.  They had to be out of school by now, or at least so I hoped.

     It seemed like the snow was slowing a bit, which made me feel a little bit better, and I took it as a sign of opportunity.  So I took off my covers very slowly and started to climb out of my bed, I then realized I couldn’t move my legs and at all.  So I tried my best to get my feet back on the ground, but couldn’t.  I was wondering what the hell was happening to me, I looked outside, only to see complete darkness, I saw my wall clock, ticking down and down and down.  My hands and legs were a distorted image of their previous state; it was then that it finally hit me.

     My entire world of reminiscence was shattered by a painful reality, I was a feeble old man, paralyzed from the waist down, with nothing to do but sit and recall my life of negativity and ignorance.  My mind was not full of nostalgia anymore, but it was full of regret instead.  It was such an awful feeling that I just had to close my eyes and hope, hope was all I had left.  As I shut my eyes I peered out the window to see the snow falling from the sky, and just as I thought it had ended, my winter had only begun.

"It’s hard to see the picture when you’re inside the frame." -Travis Meeks