Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; any references to a person, place, or thing is purely coincidental.

Stepping one foot at a time,

Feeling the sharp, cut green grass touch my toes,

I slowly approached the house in front of me.

Peering into the glossy windows,

A fireplace lies in the center of the living room,

Surrounded by luxurious sofas and cushions.

A family sits around the fireplace,

Exchanging conversations,

Singing campfire songs,

Smiling with one another.

A never-ending burst of warmth,

Filling the house,

Inch by inch.

Laughter emanates through the hallways,

Spreading into each room,

Each mouth.

Not a drop of coldness stood in the house,

The warmth continuously refusing to accept it,

To allow it to enter in.

No matter how hard it pushed,

Warmth always triumphs.