She walked in to find it hadn’t changed a bit since she was a child. There was still a big glass case with all the delicious pastries and drinks that made your insides all warm. She bought a cherry filled pastry fresh from the oven and took it with her hopes high. She bit into it and felt the warm sweet insides seep into her tastebuds and down her throat. Enya slowly finished it, wanting to savor every bite. Wishing it would never end, she refused to admit later that she had bought two more and a full mug of hot chocolate.
She went back through the streets to find that people had gone back into their homes for dinner and the noises outside had subsided. Enya saw a snowman in someone’s yard with a hat and gloves. She remembered doing that and wished she could once more. Who’s stopping me? she asked herself as she picked up some snow and proceed to make the original snowman a friend, someone to give it warmth in it’s heart.