I get jolted from sleep when I feel a ball of something ice cold get shoved under my sweater.
My reaction is instantaneous, I yelp, rolling off the bed to the ground to get the snow out of my clothes before it melts.
Virgil is subjected to the same treatment if his huff of breath from thumping on the ground is any indication.
"Good morning sleepyheads!" Shana yells happily, high-fiving Dale.
They're both dressed for the snow in thick coats and scarfs and Mae runs in, dressed thickly as well, her cheeks red with exertion and I can hear my mom squealing from her room.
"What the fuck?" Virgil recovers first, getting to his feet but the three of them dash outside happily.
I change quickly, my sweater uncomfortably cold that I shrink into myself everytime it brushes my bare skin.
"There's inches of snow outside!" I say happily when I look out the window to see that the snow has been falling steadily.
