I sat in my chambers, turning on my stereo to enjoy some music. I collect rare records as a hobby of mine. However, I do enjoy a few modern artists.  One artist I enjoy listening to is Tori Amos.  Her piano playing and voice is so full of feeling.  Her music is very melodic.  I was pleased when the gentle keys were pressed, causing the beautiful song playing on the stereo: "Winter" by Tori Amos.

"Snow can wait, I forgot my mittens. Wipe my nose. Get my new boots on. I get a little warm in my heart when I think of winter."


The faint memories of my humanity flood me when I hear the opening lyrics. Winter was and still is my favorite season of the year. Every year, I always looked forward to putting on my new winter clothes and playing in the snow with Alec.  We built forts, made snow men and snow angels, and enjoyed quite a few snowball fights.  Often times, I was far too excited to remember my mittens.  After a while outside, handling the snow caused my hands to sting and turn red.  My mother would find out eventually and tell me to get my mittens on.  She always would catch me.


"I put my hand in my father's glove. I run off, Where the drifts get deeper. Sleeping beauty trips me with a frown."

My brother and I were far too young to wander the village in the snow by ourselves.  My mother would remain indoors cooking my favorite hearty beef stew and make some hot cocoa for us when we'd return.  Our father was the one who always watched over us.  I'd put my hand in his and my brother would take the other.  When we got into a clearing in the village, full of untouched, deep snow, Alec and I were allowed to run off.  My favorite thing to do was to run until the snow got to deep, causing me to fall face first into the snow.  From there, I'd roll over on my back and make snow angels.  

"I hear a voice, "Your must learn to stand up for yourself, Cause I can't always be around"

My father was right.  The day he decided to not stand up for us, allowing Alec and I to be burned, I guess he really wanted to see if we could stand up for ourselves that night.  As much as I faulted my mother and father for what they allowed to have happen to us, I still miss my human moments I shared with them.  This song always brought me to feel slightly melancholy, but it was too beautiful to stop listening to it.

As the song finishes, I feel the urge to walk over and visit Alec.  I seemed to always do that after listening to that one song in particular.  Recalling memories with Alec was always nice.

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