The cold drip of a snowflake melting down my warm cheek. The crunch of frozen grass as I sit up to look around. A dark sky surrounding me, making it hard to see all that is around. As my eyes adjust, I see that I am outside somewhere in an open field. There is just enough light from the stars to watch the snowflakes land on the ground. My eyes search for anything that I can call familiar. Something to tell me where I am. A sharp pang in my chest as it tightens with anxiety. Where am I?

The last thing I remembered was going to bed in my own house. And now I’m here. But where is here? Back home, spring had started to appear. The flowers pushing up through the brown, crumbly dirt. But now I was surrounded by white flakes and barren trees. The snow capped mountains off in the distance rang alarm bells in my head. My small town doesn’t have mountains anywhere near them. Where the hell am I?

I start walking in no particular direction. My skin is starting to turn red from the bitter cold air surrounding me. The sun starts to rise on the horizon and the warm air stings my cheeks. As the sun rises higher in the sky, I notice the colors in the sunrise are different from the ones I’m used to. There are patterns of soft pink, red and orange like my mind expects there to be, but muddled in with the usual colors are streaks of gold and silver. Another noticeable difference from the world I fell asleep in.

As I continue to walk, my stomach starts to grumble quietly beneath my light purple pajamas. I need to find food before I’m stuck out here freezing to death. I decide the best plan of action is to continue to walk forward and find help. Off in the distance I see my first evidence that this strange land is inhabited. A small village of snow capped cabins; smoke billowing out of the chimneys keeping something inside warm. As my mind decides whether or not to approach, my stomach takes charge of my feet when a familiar scent hits the cold breeze- bacon.

Arriving at the cabin responsible for the delicious smell, I find myself feeling more afraid than I have the entire morning. What would greet me on the other side of the door? I gather the courage to raise my hand and lightly tap on the door. I heard bustling inside and then feet just on the other side of the door. As the door slowly creaks open, it’s as if I’m standing in front of a mirror.

My body springs into action and I turn to run as a warm hand grabs my arm. Recognizing the touch I turn around to see myself reaching out to keep me from running. Maybe it was curiosity or maybe it was stupidity, but I turned back around and followed myself inside the snow capped cabin not knowing what would await me.