Flash Fiction #395 -- Lost in Elsewhere/Part 5

Wall of snow, meet my face.I  had just enough time to close my mouth, or I would have been inhaling more snow.  It was lucky for me that the wall was firm snow, but not ice.I don't like snow.My hands moved instinctively, and I grabbed at the wall when I started to slide downward.  Snow began to crumble, and I couldn't get a grasp on the fluffy white stuff.  I was going to fall again, and