There were only a few steps and some minutes between them.
She opened her overflowing wardrobe and put on her white dress. Feeling slightly dizzy, she approached the mirror on the wall and gazed on her snowy face. She stepped backwards on the middle of the naked floor, she could feel its coldness freezing her bones.
All of a sudden, she heard footsteps running down the stairs. She rushed to the door, pushed and pulled it but she failed to open it. Turning away from the door, she ran toward the window, she saw a young woman in white, dancing with golden leaves following her.
She watched her, mesmerized for some moments, and tiptoed back into the middle of the room. Thinking of the woman she just saw, she lay down and closed her eyes.
Once again, she rushed into the door upon hearing the footsteps running down the stairs but again she could not open the door. She hurried to the window, and this time, she saw a woman in red dancing under the falling snowflakes.
Smiling bitterly, she walked back to the same place, lay down and closed her eyes.
Once more, she heard the footsteps and walked toward the window and saw a woman dancing in pink with her dress blossoming.
Beyond hope, she lay down and heard footsteps again. She struggled to stand up and looked out of the window. She saw a man turning away and leaving. She watched him going and turning the few steps to the cruel miles and seconds to the unkind years.
She thought "was it him, was it him who is just gone", lay down in the middle of the room and closed her eyes.