3\ Snow Angel

“You know snow angel?” ask Jim.

“Yes, of course. Steve, Miranda and Brady, doing that in their backyard covered in snow.” Replied Hamlet, proudly with his deep breath held.

“Oh. I thought you wouldn’t know.”

“Hell no! Bella used to force me watch it. At first I wasn’t much into it. But gradually they four were like friends to me.”

“Friends from nowhere, right? It’s even better than friends! You didn’t offer anything but for 30 minutes a week in return of 4 glamorous friends from the big apple.”

“It seems that they’re friendlier to you, eh?”

“Why not? I must have devoted more than you do!”

“Okay, I am the reluctantly befriended, all right? So what about snow angel?”

“Did you ever try? I mean with Bella.” asked seriously, with his eyebrows tightened as if he’s the famous Charlotte York asking about Carrie and Big.

“You mean in bed? No, we didn’t. She’s Christian!”

“Oh no, come off it! I mean snow angel.”

“Opss. No.”

“Ever imagined what it feel like?”

“Why bother?”

“It’s when you lay down, you feel the cold out of the warmth of your body. Then you start to feel your bare parts cold. Tickle, at first you may feel. You try to relax, but it’s not so easy as to do. You turn you head but barely you see much except the terrence of snow formed and reformed around you. Your beloved you see, you turned again. This is then you can relax. You’re assured. Yours may ask ‘You ready?’ and ‘Yes’ you replied. The first push is hard but the most amazing to remember. Then the second and third, gradually the rhythm formed. You then imagined and detached from your body, looking at the scene from sky high. You thought ‘What a synchronized collaboration, the angels!’ Then the sixth and seventh…” Jim was interrupted.

“Then you find that all around your body is mud and dirt! Bella is here. See ya!” Hamlet turned and paced to Bella, the latest love of his life.

In the middle of the path, Hamlet returned and said, “Come off it!” then he went.

“Ah, you!” Jim was speechless. But what could he have said? After all, he lived in the era of global warming as a matter of fact. Looking at Hamlet’s figure and Bella’s. So big and so stickly.

“Umbrella!” he moaned and laughed a bit at himself. “Come off it!” he could have said to himself.