Friederike lay in bed and the blanket, cotton, weighed across her legs and resisted her hands as they tugged, though with less determination today. Propped up she resembled a queen settled to receive her morning breakfast. Outside the snow was falling. Quickly at first but slower now. Each flake hit the glass as silently as what life had come to for Friederike, who watched with her head craned toward the window as if the monotony of snowfall was something never to be taken for granted.
I wonder how the weather is at Jennifer’s today.
Friederike checked the clock. Maybe schools will announce a snow day. The children would be thrilled at the news once they woke up.
She smiled as their excitement warmed her imagination, conjured by the senses of her own memories.
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