Winter
THUMP. I rolled over in bed. I loved the warm cocoon feeling of being wrapped up in sheets. THUMP. I opened my eyes. Snow dripped down my window in slow streaks. THUMP. I threw my hand out and grabbed my phone. 3 AM. Who the hell was throwing snowballs at this time of night? THUMP. I ground my teeth. This better be worth stepping out into the cold. I crept over to my window and peered down. There was a dark form amongst the white snow, and it motioned for me to come downstairs. I couldn’t see who it was, but I figured that he/she wouldn’t go away until I found out. I grumbled, but grabbed my winter gear anyway and headed down.
When I reached the back door, I looked out only to find that the figure had left. Great, I thought. I wasn’t in the mood to put up with pranksters or murderers when I could still be sleeping. But then I glimpsed someone kneeling near a tree, forming a good amount of snowballs. I sighed. I wasn’t going to let this wake up my entire house, so I stepped out in order to stop it. I walked over and as I got closer, I saw that it was him. He looked up from underneath his hat and smiled. I sighed but sent him a half-smile as well.
“What are you doing here?†I asked. He answered that he just wanted to have a little bit of fun, and then picked up a snowball and threw it at me. I was faster than that, however, and I easily dodged it. I wondered why this couldn’t have waited until morning, and he answered with another snowball that managed to graze my arm. I growled, and then ran towards him, pushing him down into the snow. We wrestled around for a bit, and when I managed to get him on his stomach, I pulled off my scarf and wrapped his hands so that they were nice and secure. I then got up, snagged a couple of snowballs, and began to shove them down his coat. He yelped, and wriggled around as it melted down his back. I pressed some against his bare neck, and then pushed some up his sleeves. He started to scream that it was cold, but the night was so quiet that I was afraid he was going to wake someone else. So I put one snowball in his mouth which caused him to wince and mumble as the nerves in his teeth reacted to the cold. He tried to spit some out, and the rest changed to water, but he was still breathing heavily as he tried to reheat his mouth.
I yanked his scarf off and proceeded to tie his legs together after that. Once he was secure, I removed his boots, and put more snow up his legs and into his socks. He writhed around, but couldn’t get it out. That’s what you get for making me lose my warmth, I said with a smack to his head. He moaned but didn’t say anything else. Spotting my Christmas tree in my living room, I got an idea. Why the long face? I asked. Everyone should have some cheer at this time of year! So I went inside and collected a few items.
Returning to his side, he was trying to pull his limbs out of the scarves, but was unsuccessful. To tie him up even more, I grabbed some of the tinsel and garland decorations and started to wrap his entire body with that. I rolled him through the snow a few times to get it all around, and more snow went down his clothes as I did this, making him wince more. Once that was done, I took a few small ornaments and braided them into his hair. He cried out that those knots would never come out, but more snow went into his mouth as I questioned his lack of cheer again. Once he was fully decked out in shining balls, I went in for the grand finale. I pulled down his boxers and jeans as far as they would go before his ties interfered, and got a good full-frontal glimpse of him. He blushed red, and moaned, but I promised that I wouldn’t make it cold. Instead, I grabbed one of the exploding Christmas crackers that you pull open at parties, and placed it vertically between his legs. I then put his pants back on, and he did indeed look quite “happy†after that was accomplished. He groaned, but I placed some ribbon around the back of his jaw and wrapped it around his head so that he couldn’t talk. I completed it with a bow in front of his mouth, and smiled down at my Christmas tree/present.
He couldn’t move at all since he was tied so tightly, but I slid him across the snow and ice until he was sitting upright in our driveway. I checked the time on my phone. 4 AM. In two hours, my roommates would be getting ready for work, and they’d find a lovely holiday surprise waiting for them outside. Knowing that he wouldn’t freeze, I went inside to make myself some hot cocoa and wait for the excitement. I was just starting to doze off when I heard the shower start upstairs. He was still right where I left him, and I couldn’t help but laugh. They came down one-by-one, and after grabbing breakfast together, they started to leave. As they opened the door, they shrieked, but then burst out laughing as they went to go investigate. They stood in a circle around him, and pointed at him while smiling. I viewed all of this through the window, and when they finally departed, I saw that his face was bright red. I went out to release him, and he glared and cussed me out, but I gathered everything up, and simply turned back around. He stormed away without saying another word, but I knew he’d come back. He always did. And the next time, he better be ready for even more.