At first I was feeling "safe" and confident that my fully buttoned up winter jacket could last enough to give me time to find an "escape" from my close friends.
Soon I realised I was "stuck" there and my jacket's stormflap was being "defeated" by that girl who said she was annoyed that snow was stopped by that "damn fastening". She laughed and said "let's open her shield, she's the only one packed up this way, that's not fair!".

She apparently had fun while opening my jacket, "button number four, gone!, button number five, destroyed!" she said and so on..
When buttons were finished she moved the stormflap and told my friends "be ready to strike with snow, as soon as I undo this nice sealed zipper!".

I could see the long silver brighting zipper of my jacket now exposed, while it was the only left barrier closing my coat and keeping me warm and cozy against those cold snowballs.
Even if nothing changed, since my jacket was still closed, I was feeling sad to see that all of the buttons were gone and only a zipper was separating my sweater from the outside cold and snow.

As soon as she undid the main zipper, she said "woops! her jacket is finally vulnerable! it's snow time!!". I could feel the fresh air coming through my wide open coat, followed by huge snowballs which hit my sweater getting slightly wet.
My friends said "ohh finally you can feel the snow too..it's not that bad, isn't it?". They did read the label inside my jacket about protection from the elements and thermal insulation and they said "oh yes! we've defeated this enemy of snowball fights!".

They called it "enemy", while I loved it until it could protect me from those snowballs.
So sad!!