Glass Between Us

   Snow drifts sweetly through the sky like a piece of art, the world a beautiful deep blue and grey background with the sinking night. The house is tucked between small cozy snow drifts. A dim glow slips out the windows across the smooth shimmering surface, the flakes cuddling so close it nearly appears a solid surface.

   A fire crackles as it dances in its warm brick frame. The sweet hum of the liquid flames its own melody that drifts the rest of the room into piece. The gentle glow slips across the room lining the walls and corners in golden light. Sweet shadows leak across the room carrying nothing but a reminder of reality.

   The intoxicating scent of pine and gingerbread leaks between the rooms trapped by a thick oak door firmly shut against the wailing wind. The house stands strong as not even a whisper breaks the deep peace inside.

    Deep green dressed in blues, silvers, and reds twinkle with the false light of small bulbs shaped like flower buds not yet ready to open. A few thin green spikes litter the silver skirt around the deep brown base all ready for a party. The small orbs reflect the world around them in different lights, each more perfect than the last.

   Chatter floats between the rooms, sweet words and kind stories. Laughter tinkles like little bells traveling across the snowy hills, sweetening the air like crisp apple cider. Eyes glisten and shine even more than the frozen flakes as soft smiles fill the room. Like cotton balls a canine and feline curl up across the large deep blue rug in front of the fire, their chest moving oh so slowly with their sweet breaths.

   My family sits around the table, dressed in bright clothes. Little Susan cuddles her lamb with a cotton candy blue bow. Marissa tugs at the base of her green holiday dress her face drawn into a pout until pop picks her up and sets her upon his lap. Mom and dad stand in the doorway, mom locked safely in dad`s arms as they watch Simon and Cyan play with the new train set, the small wheels slipping gracefully across the new sparkling track.

   I feel a warmth bubble up in my heart and a smile crack my own face. Susan looks over with her big brown eyes framed with honeysuckle lashes that match her thick locks tied up in a red ribbon. She smiles and waves a small pudgy hand. Marissa follows her gaze, hazel eyes meeting my own as she pushes her matching hair from her face. She waves her hand in a big arch before tugging on pop`s old red sweater vest.

   I reach out to be with them, but my hand only meets cold harsh reality. I have forgotten the glass between us.