Allison+Moore+2014

Anticipation  As the sun begins to drop below the trees we see the first snowflake fall. Excitement builds up inside of my bones. Could this be a possible snow day? As the snowfall starts to build up and there is a shimmer on the streets we begin to grow restless. All we ever hope for is a snow day. There are numerous superstitions about snow days but its better safe than sorry. My brother runs downstairs to grab a spoon from the drawer and an ice cube from the freezer. He runs back upstairs without a word and flushes the ice cube down the toilet, one of the strangest possible snow day rituals but very important none the less. My brother puts the spoons under his pillow and immediately instructs me that before I go to bed tonight I need to wear my pajamas inside out and backwards. I do as instructed in order to not jinx our chances of having off. After hours of staring out the window and watching the TV hoping to see Bridgewater schools closed my brother and I are finally instructed to go to bed. Although I was sitting in bed I definitely couldn’t fall asleep. I stay up into the late hours of the night in sheer excitement because of the accumulating snow. I finally drift into a deep slumber and forgot the world around me.

 I woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon. I turned over to the side and the clock read 9:00. I thought it was strange because I didn’t hear the house phone ring or the alarm that I had set go off, but I didn’t question it. As I rolled out of bed and looked out my window there was a white fluffy blanket of snow on the ground. I run into my brother’s room to wake him up but his blanket is in a jumbled mess and he is already up. Bounding down the stairs I look out the back window and see my brother playing in the snow. I quickly dart up the stairs and find snow pants, they haven’t fit me since I was four but I don’t really care. From intense snowball fights to laughing at our attempted snowman my brother and I play in the snow until our mother calls for us that it’s lunch time and that we need to come inside. Taking as much time as possible my brother and I slowly walk up to the house stopping to make snow angels every few feet. As we drink the hot chocolate I can feel the warmth of the cocoa run from my ears to my toes. My cheeks as rosy as the cherry pie my mom had baking.

 “BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!” I looked over and expected to see my mom taking the pie out of the oven but instead I was looking at my alarm clock. It read 5:30. Disappointed I looked out the window and saw that there was only a light dusting of snow on the ground. I begrudgingly walked down the stairs to hear my mom say “There’s school today”. Not the words any 7 year old wanted to hear. I got dressed for school and headed to the bus stop, disappointed that I had only dreamt the perfect snow day.