She was inside it.
It was ugly. The cabin was lopsided. The fake snow wasn’t white—it was gray, like ash. She twisted the brass key on the bottom. white christmas musical snow globe at tj maxxxmass
She twisted again. Still nothing. But then she noticed: inside the dome, the trees were moving. Not from her shaking it. Slowly, like they were turning toward her. She was inside it
Nothing.
She set the globe on her nightstand and went to sleep. white christmas musical snow globe at tj maxxxmass
Lucy turned it. Once. Twice. The music grew louder. The room’s walls began to shimmer, wallpaper turning into birch bark. The floor softened into packed snow. The ceiling lifted into a black, starless sky.