I can hear it calling me back home

She came to see me in the night.
I knew it was her because I could hear her chains clinking in the hallway.
"He's not giving up, you know." she told me as the sweets began to pile in front of my doorframe.
"He has no face to me," I mumbled.
She slipped under the door and dipped her toe in my thoughts, testing the waters of my dreams.
"Put it in your pocket." she whispered.
I woke up and it was snowing.
I never see butterflies in winter.