A Narnian Kind of Winter:
She awoke from her slumber, stretching her arms out as she moved, to sit up straight from her cosy warm bed,
Rubbing her sleepy eyes with the back of her hands.
Realising, something feels oddly strange in her room, it seems to be much lighter and brighter than others mornings.
As her eyes widen,
A beaming smile appears on her face,
From the delightful view she has witnessed outside of her bedroom window.
The first of the winter snowfall, the purest of whites, untouched, and sparkling, covered the whole garden and trees.
She whispers excitedly to herself;
“My own little Narnia stands at my doorstep,waiting for me to explore.”
~ @writingoftheheart™️














