Jen tossed and turned in her bed...
She was in her hallway, and it was dark. The lights were off, but she could see a figure at the end of the hallway, short and four-legged.
Marci, she thought, but her feet were rooted to the ground and her voice was mute.
Marci came to her, and for a moment Jen was relieved. It was Marci all right. But as Marci got closer and the more Jen studied her, the more and more she noticed dark patches on her brown fur, made blacker by the darkness surrounding them.
Marci stopped in the middle of the hallway.
Jen watched, dread slowly filling her as Marci's face and legs slowly started to turn black, spot by spot.
The darkness consumed Marci, making it look like she had gangrene. One by one, black flakes started to fall off of her until they looked like snowflakes.
Black snowflakes.
Jen woke up.
