Point of View Exercise #9

It snowed today when I was jogging along Pight Avenue. It was white and light. Oddly enough, white objects always seem to be light. At least that's what you always said to me.
You've always loved the snow. You use to keep me up at night talking nonstop about how you loved them. You seemed almost at peace with yourself, talking poetically with so much passion about those little things.
Even though there were people fighting for the phone, you would somehow find time to call me.
"If it snowed in July, would you still like it?" I would ask.
"No," you would reply, "I would love it."
When you hung up, I would send a prayer hoping that you would remain strong and safe.
I jogged up to the corner, still jogging in place to see if it was safe to cross the street. I looked over my left shoulder and spotted a street light with a ton papers taped to it, and chuckled. I remembered how you would tell me stories. Stories about how insane you went when you found out your dog was missing; your voice would rise with excitement.
"She was pure breed white Siberian husky! Who wouldn't want her?! Come on! Help me find her!!!"
You would stand by the corner of Pight Avenue and pass out fliers, determined to get Queen back. I would smile and fall more in love with you by the second.
That was the day I knew I wouldn't want to be with anyone else but you.
I jogged across the street with my pumped red and white running shoes, breathing heavier and heavier with each step.
House one, two, three. I'm here. Home. My hands fell from a griped fist to an open palm. I knelled over and took one last breath of air trying to grasp my breath.
I walked up my white stairs and reached my hand in my pocket to find the house key. I placed my left hand on the doorknob. That's odd. It's unlocked.
I slowly opened it and reached towards the wooden bat on the white porch. Stepping back, I counted. "One, two, three.." I forced my right feet on the center and the door swung open. I jumped in with the bat over my left shoulder, ready for combat.
"What are you doing?"
My stiffed knees went weak. My jaw dropped. I dropped to the ground.
You approached me and placed your arms around me, holding me close.
"You're home.." I managed to say. My voice quaked and I swung my arms around you.
You laughed lightly and said,
"Hey! It's snowing!"