Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights grow long,And teen athletic games take place,And ravens nightly croak their song,And orange and black adorn. I breathed in through my nose and caught an unusual scent. I sniffed again and frowned. The air smelt very different and made me think of roses. I loved roses and used to grow them for my mother.I opened my eyes and frowned again. The ceiling was different. It was higher from the bed to start with. It also had an unusual glow that brightened as I lay there and I saw my reflection bounced back at me. The room took on dimensions as the shadows fled. I squinted and looked around the room.I was on.Read More