[ WP ] The sky ripped open , and through it fell a book .

The night was harsh and cold. As I tossed and turned in my solid bed, my eyelids would n't snap shut. The howling of the snow storm grew louder and louder, until I could stand it no more. I stepped out of bed, and peeled back the moth-bitten curtains to my room. 
 
 The white blur of snow stunned me at first. It was as if drifting on a cloud. Yet this cloud was more violent and aggressive. For a moment, I stood there, motionless. The glass was cold to touch, and my cursed window just had to be ajar on a night like this. Typical. 
 
 The storm is beginning to calm now. It is n't so much of a hurricane as ait is a gentle breeze. I could appreciate the beauty of winter now. Dazzling street lights began to shine through now. I became absorbed with this idyllic scene. The countryside lay thick with the soft powder. 
 
 And that's when I heard it. 
 
 A muffled thud startled me. I awoke from my trance, and peered around my bedroom. Yet, everything seemed in order. None of my porcelain dolls had fell from their glass cases on the shelf. None of my pillows had moved an inch. I began to stare out of the window again. Until a brown speck appeared on the ground outside, a blemish in my perfect scene. 
 
 It was a book. 
 
 A book? How did it get there? I needed to answer those questions. Without haste, I grabbed my rubber wellies from the foot of my bed. They were the classic khaki colour. 
 
 Outside, the frost cut into my cheeks like knives. My sharp, painful breaths were forced. The book lay there, as if it were calling for me. The cover was made of a fine leather. It's brown material was encrusted with rubies, sapphires and many vibrant gemstones. This had to be worth much more than I could afford... yet nobody was around. It could've come from anywhere. 
 
 But now was not the time to be hesitant. What was in those yellowed pages? I turned back the front cover, my eyes hungrily scanning the contents. 
 
 It was empty. 
 
 My smile was turned into a frown. I rapidly turned the pages, each as blank as the next. The back of the book did n't shed any light either. There was no blurb, no table of contents. Nothing. It might be a journal, perhaps. Feeling my heart sink, I left it on my front porch. Hopefully, the owner retrieves it. 
 
 I did n't see the book disappear into the dark night. 
 

