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.