Snow is forever

I got up and walked into the bathroom. I gasped as I looked at the black haired girl in the mirror. I looked down at my hair in shock and felt it. "This is impossible," I mumbled to myself. I clearly remembered going and getting my hair dyed last week. I examined my face too. It looked perfect. I examined where that pimple was on my face yesterday, there was no trace of it. No trace of me ever having imperfections. I turned the water on and got it as cold as it could be, which strangely didn't feel like it was any different than warm I might add, and splashed my face with it repeatedly. When I looked up in the mirror again I saw a familiar smirk and curls. Everything came flooding back.

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