not at all here . part 2

So I dream of a small frozen lake far North, hidden among old and tall, yet a bit curled, pine trees. I dream of living underneath the not-so-thin layer of its light blue ice sheet. This way nobody can ever even think to come looking for me. There is underwater snow falling constantly; I just lay at the bottom of the lake and quietly watch it slowly descending on my cold body and bare face as days and nights go by.