Once Upon a Never...

mood: complacent

Hah. Afraid. What is there to be afraid of? It's just a lot of white stuff. Covering the ground, choking it, browning the grass... A blanket. A cold, damp, frozen, smothering blanket. Afraid. Hah. Of snow? Who the hell is afraid of snow? That's ridiculous. It's just snow. Falls from the sky. It's pretty. Pretty blinding. I'm not shaking. It's just snow. No, I don't want to go out. My coat is in the car. I'm not afraid. It's just cold. Cold. Snow. Purity. Yeah, right. All it's doing is covering everything else. Just a moment's solution. It was spring, yesterday. But look, now. There's a white blanket drowing the daffodils. I don't want to go out. There's ice. That's the only reason there's snow. It's there to cover the ice. I'm not afraid. James rear ended a Hummer, last night. Right up under its rear bumper, really. Broke his leg. But James is an idiot. I'm not afraid. Four wheel drive is a myth, especially if you don't know how to brake. Or if you don't break. No, no. You go on. I'll stay home. No, I'm not afraid. It's snowing again, isn't it? I'll just stay home. No, no, I'll just stay home. It's no big deal. Just go. Dammit, I'm not afraid. I know. A blanket. A blanket. Smoth.... no. I'm not afraid. It's just... no, no, it's just cold. Just cold. Cold. Cold. Go on. Just go. Go. 

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I don't know what I was going for, there. This would be what I was doing while I was supposed to be paying attention in Psych, this morning. It just so happened to be snowing. 

Chionophobia, if you hadn't figured it out yet, is fear of snow.