The music playing downstairs slowly made its way through the cracks in the floorboards.
She peeked through a hole near the small table where she has her tea parties with her many dolls.
Her parents and some of their friends were dancing to rock-and-roll music coming from the record player.
She got up and walked over to the door, picked up her small pink backpack and carefully opened the door.
The hinges were squealing like a couple of witches burning at the stakes so she only opened it wide enough to slide through.
She prowled her way to the top of the staircase and carefully went down the steps as if not being heard coming down was the most important thing in the world and a bomb could go off if even one of her toes did something it shouldn’t.
The fifth step she knew had a loose board, so she skipped it and made her way down the rest of the stairs.
Nobody heard her so she grabbed her coat together with her scarf and fur coated hat from the hallstand.
Fully dressed and with her backpack on her shoulders she sneaked her way into the kitchen which was next to the dining room divided by a thin sliding door.
She tippy toed across exactly twenty tiles and opened the refrigerator and began taking everything off the shelves and then the shelves themselves.
She crawled inside and the door closed behind her and the light went on.
At first it seemed there was nothing there but then she pushed on the bottom of the back of the refrigerator and it turned sideways so she began pushing it until it was all the way open and crawled down further.
But her body was blocking the light so grabbed her heavily decorated flashlight and continued her way down the secret corridor.
On her hands and knees she made her way to what seemed was the end, maybe it was a dead end, but she hoped it would be another door.
With the flashlight in one hand she pushed against it with the other but when she leaned forward a bit more so she could give it a good push she was leaping over a gap and fell into it.
She lost her flashlight on her way down but it was right behind her showing her a little of what was going on, she was on a slide which was very cold to the touch but she did not have a lot of time to think about that because she was sliding really fast and going from side to side, up and down hill.
She felt a cool breeze on her face and a light was coming closer, she began to see it was an exit and the slide had a ramp going up to it.
For a brief moment she flied through the air until she landed on a snow pile.
She got up and looked around where she stood and saw nothing but snow, and when she turned around she could no longer see where she came from.
There was nothing but pure white snow, in the distance she saw a hill with smoke coming from behind it.
She held her coat closed tight and walked towards the hill, for some steps the snow was so deep she was standing in it to her waist.
But the snow felt like powder all the way down and she easily kept on walking.
Coming closer to the hill it seems she was wrong, it was clearly an igloo made out of blocks of ice.
She saw a penguin and an arctic fox were standing at the entrance, both smoking a cigarette and staring off into the distance until they heard the snow beneath her boots crunch.
She politely said hello to them and asked what this place was.
But no matter how hard she imagined it, they couldn’t speak, maybe because she knew animals can’t talk.
They stared at her until the small door of the igloo opened and jazz music literally poured out, music notes in all kind of colors and sizes flooded out of the igloo.
A giant polar bear tried it’s best to get outside but got stuck midway so gave up and pretended nothing was the matter.
The penguin lit the polar bear’s cigarette and they all went on staring at the little girl.
Suddenly the ground began to shake and trees flew by them making a wailing sound.
Broken pieces of ice fell down from the sky in a perfect timed beat.
The polar bear, penguin and arctic fox were all bobbing their heads along with the beat.
The penguin began playing his harmonica and the fox was using two of his claws, playing one of the cubes of ice as an improvised percussion instrument.
The polar bear began to howl and roar along with the music, and seemed to be doing a good job at it.
They were making everything melt into music that made its way between the cracks of the floorboards that were underneath the layers of snow back downstairs to the party.
She opens her mouth as wide as the polar bear and yawns before falling back down onto her pillow.
She peeked through a hole near the small table where she has her tea parties with her many dolls.
Her parents and some of their friends were dancing to rock-and-roll music coming from the record player.
She got up and walked over to the door, picked up her small pink backpack and carefully opened the door.
The hinges were squealing like a couple of witches burning at the stakes so she only opened it wide enough to slide through.
She prowled her way to the top of the staircase and carefully went down the steps as if not being heard coming down was the most important thing in the world and a bomb could go off if even one of her toes did something it shouldn’t.
The fifth step she knew had a loose board, so she skipped it and made her way down the rest of the stairs.
Nobody heard her so she grabbed her coat together with her scarf and fur coated hat from the hallstand.
Fully dressed and with her backpack on her shoulders she sneaked her way into the kitchen which was next to the dining room divided by a thin sliding door.
She tippy toed across exactly twenty tiles and opened the refrigerator and began taking everything off the shelves and then the shelves themselves.
She crawled inside and the door closed behind her and the light went on.
At first it seemed there was nothing there but then she pushed on the bottom of the back of the refrigerator and it turned sideways so she began pushing it until it was all the way open and crawled down further.
But her body was blocking the light so grabbed her heavily decorated flashlight and continued her way down the secret corridor.
On her hands and knees she made her way to what seemed was the end, maybe it was a dead end, but she hoped it would be another door.
With the flashlight in one hand she pushed against it with the other but when she leaned forward a bit more so she could give it a good push she was leaping over a gap and fell into it.
She lost her flashlight on her way down but it was right behind her showing her a little of what was going on, she was on a slide which was very cold to the touch but she did not have a lot of time to think about that because she was sliding really fast and going from side to side, up and down hill.
She felt a cool breeze on her face and a light was coming closer, she began to see it was an exit and the slide had a ramp going up to it.
For a brief moment she flied through the air until she landed on a snow pile.
She got up and looked around where she stood and saw nothing but snow, and when she turned around she could no longer see where she came from.
There was nothing but pure white snow, in the distance she saw a hill with smoke coming from behind it.
She held her coat closed tight and walked towards the hill, for some steps the snow was so deep she was standing in it to her waist.
But the snow felt like powder all the way down and she easily kept on walking.
Coming closer to the hill it seems she was wrong, it was clearly an igloo made out of blocks of ice.
She saw a penguin and an arctic fox were standing at the entrance, both smoking a cigarette and staring off into the distance until they heard the snow beneath her boots crunch.
She politely said hello to them and asked what this place was.
But no matter how hard she imagined it, they couldn’t speak, maybe because she knew animals can’t talk.
They stared at her until the small door of the igloo opened and jazz music literally poured out, music notes in all kind of colors and sizes flooded out of the igloo.
A giant polar bear tried it’s best to get outside but got stuck midway so gave up and pretended nothing was the matter.
The penguin lit the polar bear’s cigarette and they all went on staring at the little girl.
Suddenly the ground began to shake and trees flew by them making a wailing sound.
Broken pieces of ice fell down from the sky in a perfect timed beat.
The polar bear, penguin and arctic fox were all bobbing their heads along with the beat.
The penguin began playing his harmonica and the fox was using two of his claws, playing one of the cubes of ice as an improvised percussion instrument.
The polar bear began to howl and roar along with the music, and seemed to be doing a good job at it.
They were making everything melt into music that made its way between the cracks of the floorboards that were underneath the layers of snow back downstairs to the party.
She opens her mouth as wide as the polar bear and yawns before falling back down onto her pillow.
