Winter had come on, chilly and soggy. It wasn't very much like she'd seen in her books. Meadow was wondering if the snow would come, and desperately hoping that it would. It had to snow, right? It just had to. Even if it wasn't snowing quite yet, there was still so much grey. A dreary, soggy, foggy sort of thing... ew. She didn't like the way the winter ground felt beneath her paws, and she wasn't a huge fan of the cold. It was too much, a real assault on each of her senses.
Meadow was spending more and more of her days holed up in her favorite place. The library was pretty well insulated as it was, along an interior wall even. She was happy to wrap herself in her favorite blanket and tuck herself away among the books for hours on end, even she did have to light the lamps earlier and earlier each day. It was on this fairly average winter afternoon that the girl found her eyelids growing heavy as she read, her yawns getting more and more frequent.
Without really noticing, Meadow drifted off to sleep, her head resting heavily on the pages of a dusty volume with brilliantly illustrated pictures.
