Stealing

That night, I walk down the slender path, the cool winter breeze whooshes through my hair, a calm relaxing sensation. My boots crunch like autumn leaves in the fresh blanket of snow. Silvery snowflakes silently begin to fall on the sugar coated ground like frosting on a warm delicous cake, while the moon illuminates the stary night night sky. Then, I hear the sound of chikdrens laughter. I watch from a distance, children with their parents building a snowman. A tight knotting sensation is in the pit of my stomach, how I envy this truly loved family. The once beautifully illuminated sky now grey and cloudy ready for a torrential storm. The family return to the warm loving home leaving the snowman standing tall like a soldier off to war. There he stands with open arms as if he is welcoming me to come to him. He smiles at me; eyes glistening in the magnificent moonlight. I find myself approaching him. I wanted him for myself. The children's faces in the morning knowing their beloved snowman had been devoured in the murderous night was running throughout my mind. How could I refuse?