Let It Go
Let It Go
By Noran Ageel
I was lost in the middle of nowhere, I looked around for Anna but she was nowhere to be found, at least that’s what I thought. It seemed as if everything had evaporated and I was magically taken somewhere different. I walked down a long path not knowing where it would lead. Not knowing where it would end. With every step I took, I thought of whether this path would take me back to where I belonged or if it would take me somewhere else. Step by step, the weather began to change and gradually became scorching. The sun blazed down from a cloudless, azure sky. The heat and humidity was record-breaking—one could fry eggs on the sidewalk—and perspiration flowed from me like tears that would never stop. I was melting. I knew I was only a snowman and within a few more meters, I would be long gone.
It was dead silent. The silence lay like a down-filled duvet over the area, muffling the slightest sound and creating an atmosphere of total tranquility. I was surrounded by nothing but an enormous sandy beach without the ocean. As I walked, the hot sand rubbed against me. I wasn’t able to continue. I broke down from the heat but knew I had to move on; I had to carry on moving. I was melting even further as the sun became even hotter, melting away both my legs. I began slithering across the ground. The heat from the ground connected to my lower stomach causing my third button to melt off. I soon passed out. Everything went black.
I woke up to the sound of someone walking up and down. I rapidly opened my eyes, rubbing them hard. I got up, gripping my body onto the bed to avoid slipping over. I looked down to see where I was. I was in a luxurious room made of stone with a vast king-sized bed covered with fancy bedding. Despite that, I felt different; I felt like I had been carved in stone. I felt and looked heavy. I slowly walked to the door. My feet felt weird. I looked down at my feet to see what was going on with them. They had been replaced. I was no longer a snowman. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was, either. I looked somewhat like a human being. I had dark skin and was completely shirtless with a little skirt wrapped around my waist. My head felt weighty and stiff. Something colored in gold and blue was wrapped around my head.
Everything felt strange, different, and peculiar. But I had no idea what to do; I had no idea what was going on. I didn’t even know where I was or even who I was anymore. I was no longer that adorable little snowman who lived his entire life outdoors in the snow. I was now some buff-looking creature, who I supposed was a guy due to the fact that I was shirtless.
I walked up to the door. I wrapped my hands around the handle trying my best to open it but it was somehow impossible. “Someone must have locked it from the outside to avoid me getting through it,” I thought to myself. I aggressively knocked on the door, trying to make the loudest noise I could. But after minutes of sitting on the ground, hitting my knuckles back and forth, I slowly came to the realization that if they wanted to let me through this infuriating door they would’ve done it when my knuckles first slightly touched the door. I laid my feet on the ground and set my hands over my head, trying to rest from all the pain.
After hours and hours of sitting there on the hard ground, I heard steps walking towards the room I was in. It took them a while to get to my door, much longer than I expected. They slowly opened the door, walked in, and glared at me in disappointment. I froze in my spot not knowing what to do or what to say. A few long seconds of silence followed. Fear then kicked in. It felt as if time had frozen with me and I wasn’t able to control my legs from shaking. I tried to make an effort to speak but rudely one of the men interrupted and said, “Welcome to za Misr, no worries about anyzing, you are now one of uz.” He then looked at me as if he had known me for years with a vast smile drawn across his face.
Then they all smiled, one after the other, then knelt down, and left with the smile still on their faces as if it was everlasting. The same guy came back in and began to ask me questions. This time, I was the one who interrupted him. I told him about myself, about the fact that I was a snowman. For a second he looked at me in disbelief. He then said, “Are you sure you no high, little boy?” I told him that I was perfectly fine, but something about the look on his face told me he didn’t believe what I was saying. He then smiled and whispered, “I will zo whazever I can to help you lixle boy.”
Days and days passed between those four walls, thinking of what I could do. Thoughts on thoughts, laughs and giggles and memories and secrets were made. Sometimes I felt like I didn’t ever want to leave, but then I realized that even if I had made memories and friends back here, it was not where I belonged.
One day, I woke up and the door was wide open for the first time. I felt cold air blowing across my face. It was the sort of feeling that brought back memories of Anna and me, playing out in the snow; it felt as if I was back home but I wasn’t. I walked out of the door into an extended, broad hallway. I had to bend my back to walk.
Soon I felt exhausted and my back ached. I was thirsty but the distance was getting closer and closer with each ragged breath. The air coursed through my lungs and dried my already parched throat. I took a deep breath and took another route. This time I didn’t have to bend my back. Exhausted, I felt my legs almost crumble as my muscles, weakened from the bitter cold, gave way, leaving me in a drab and hopeless heap on the floor. I stayed where I sat, too tired and worn out to move.
From a distance I could see a flashing light peeking from a hole in the wall. I sat on the ground for a while to try to regain my energy. I was broken to bits. But I knew I could do it if I pushed just slightly harder. I got back to my feet then fell back to the ground even harder causing my tailbone to go numb for a few seconds. I made an effort to get up one more time. This time I was able to make it. I steadily made my way through the hole, trying not to collapse.
I finally got to the hole, but it wasn’t a hole; it was a door made of stone. I looked for the handle but it wasn’t on the door. After minutes of fiddling around trying to figure how the door worked, I was able to get out. It was a whole other world.
The snow was falling incessantly. I shivered, my body racked with a rheumy cough. I looked around with watery eyes for some semblance of shelter that would allay the pain and discomfort that had been thrust upon me. I looked down; my toes were tingling with a pain that felt like they were burning. As I walked, I could hear the soft crunch of snow underfoot. My rabid teeth where chattering with the scent of adjacent blood.
I walked out. There were these bizarre yet awfully beautiful “things.” They looked somewhat like a triangle. I’m not sure how to explain it; I’m not even quite sure what they were. They were big; in fact, they were enormous. Every rock seemed to be placed perfectly with no gaps in between one and the other. I glared at them in a daze, my mouth shaped like an “O.” I stood there, my neck stretched up high, gazing at them for a few long minutes. Until I felt something inside me changing; something moving within me.
I didn’t know what was going on; I looked down at my feet. I was white, fluffy, and cold. I was back to the real me. My forehead crinkled in confusion. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, but nothing changed. I rubbed them again but this time a little harder. Again, nothing changed. I kept rubbing them over and over again in disbelief. But by the time I finish rubbing, I opened my eyes and I was frozen outside Anna’s castle.
Everything was like some big dream. The way I was taken away and brought back to the same exact spot, just feels insane. But what I learnt from this is that nothing is permanent. Things come and go. One day you could be a king and the next a worker at a department store. So don’t be so attached to someone, something, or somewhere because nothing will last forever. Just let it go.
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