Blanket of Snow

It was dark,
It was cold,
It was winter.
She woke from troubled dreams,
Of monsters and corridors.
It had been a tossing
And turning
Kind of night.
So imagine her delight
When she peeked outside
To see a blanket of snow.
A blanket with an eerie
Early morning glow.
Her family slept,
So out she crept,
To the snow.
The blanket stretched for miles,
Lumps and bumps marked places,
Where shrubs and flowers
Hid their faces.
The blanket was perfect.
No holes.
No creases.
Perfectly laundered,
White as…
Snow.
Soon it would go.
Of that she was sure,
So for now,
She danced and twirled,
Sashayed and swirled,
In this perfect blanket,
Which warmed her.
From the inside,
Out.

Today’s prompt is to write a poem which features an extended metaphor.