Snowink

Look at me when I talk to you!

I see faces in many things. It beats hearing voices. (Not that I would know, of course.) (Really?) (Yes.) (You sure about that?) (Yes. Get out.)
This perfectly face-shaped plop of snow, complete with saucy wink, reminded me of one of those porcelain masks that people hang on their walls. Except it wasn’t repulsive and hideous and cheesy, and I didn’t want to smash it with a hammer.
(C’mon, Jodi, go back and jump on it.) (No.) (You know you want to.) (No I don’t.) (Yes you do, you liar.) (No. Get out. You need a shave! And stop winking at me! Don’t mock me! Don’t mock me!!!)