Cocooned

There was no time leave the hilltop and escape the harsh snowfall. With the snap of a finger, it became a blizzard. It forced our bodies into a fetal position. It is as if we are trapped in cocoons. I can not see, but I hear Olivia breathing next to me. It makes me happy to know she is near by. We will emerge from our cocoons, and when we do we will be stronger than ever.