She set the globe on her nightstand and went to sleep.
She was inside it.
The globe was glowing. Not from a bulb. The snow inside was falling up. white christmas musical snow globe at tj maxxxmass
At 3:17 a.m., she woke to music. Not a music box. A full choir, distant but clear, singing “White Christmas” in a key that felt wrong—half a step flat, like vinyl warping in the sun. The room was freezing. Her breath fogged. She set the globe on her nightstand and went to sleep