On My Way Home

It's 9:21pm, and it's way past dinner time. Sophie had been studying all day, and by now, she was only aware of the desperate gurgling sound her stomach was making. "Man, I gotta get myself some food." She realised that all she ate today was one of those miserable microwavable meals at about 11:30am, two cups of irish cream coffee (double cream, quadruple brown sugar), and a mediocre almond croissant she bought while studying at the cafe. "Alright, I've done enough for today. Time to go home and eat!" Eager to get home, she packed up her stuff, wrapped her scarf around her neck, slipped on her coat, and put on her hat to head out.

"Wow, it's so nice out." was her first thought as she stepped out of the cafe. It was snowing. Hard. But it wasn't cold at all. She didn't even have to zip up her coat. It was beautiful.

She was heading home. She really was. But as she walked past her street, she just kept going. It was too gorgeous a night to waste it by going back to an empty apartment. And somehow, her hunger left her alone for a while.

So she kept walking and thought about how nice it would be to go on the lower field of campus. And soon, she was the first one to leave footsteps on the big beautiful white surface. "How romantic," she thought, "it's too bad nobody could be here with me." She drew a trail in the shape of a heart for lovers to be moved by and walked in a way to spell out "dream" for dreamers to be inspired by... you know, if they ever happened to drop by. "This way, I'll sort of be there with somebody. And if somebody's here alone, they'll sort of be with me, too."

She walked around the field where nobody has walked before, and tried her best to take it all in; the christmas lights shining on McGill College, the endless snowflakes melting as they touched her face, her boots covered with light, sparkling snow...

"Alright, it's getting cold out here..." She suddenly felt it. It was as if she'd been in another world for a little bit, where it wasn't cold or wet, until her body told her: "enough." She was quite wet at this point. "I gotta get home before I make myself sick! Can't be sick during exam time and not be able to study..." So after promising herself that she'd visit her "dream" and her heart one last time, she finally brought herself, against her own will, to head back home.

As Sophie stepped into her building, she saw herself in the mirror. She was covered with snow and her face was as red as Rudolf's shiny nose. Her hat, her scarf, her shirt, her pants, her boots, her hair... were all soaked. And man, was she hungry.

Once she got into her sweet little apartment, she quickly changed into warm, comfortable and dry clothing, and made herself some delicious hot soup. While enjoying her soup, she thought to herself: "It really was so beautiful out there tonight."