Consumption-- May Nightmares - Anise

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It started with a childish laugh. Anise was playing a game of hide and seek and she was 'it'. She had hidden her face into the bark of a tree with her hands at either side as she counted slowly to twenty. The laugh was familiar and jubilant.

And it was cold. Oh, it was cold. Anise could feel the traces of light snow hitting the skin of her hands and melting. And she could smell the moisture in the air. But it was a beautiful day, the snow fall something out of a fairy tale.

At twenty, she pulled her head away from the tree and her eyes took in the sight of the woods that surrounded her. She could hear her sister's laugh somewhere nearby, the snow crunching under small feet.