Winter always comes with surprises. Sometimes it brings you the joy in the form of solitude, other times it comes with a snowstorm that buries your old cabin in a thick snow mountain that has you trapped until Springtime. You had believed that you w...
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You wake up in the morning to bright sunlight coming from the window.
The weather outside has calmed down, though you know that the snow would be thicker than your front porch at the moment. Meanwhile, you wake up finding your face wet with tears, no doubt the result of the painful dream that you had gotten in your sleep.
Kicking the comforter, you find it already dangling halfway off of the bed, leaving only the thin linen cover hastily covering your body. The air is much warmer than it was the day before, but you still shiver as glimpses of your past memories return to you.
Why you keep on getting these dreams, looking into your past instead of finding answers for the future is beyond you. Your brain is still fuzzy when you step out of the bed and make your way out of your room. The morning sun is shining brightly outside and you already have a long list of things to do, including checking on the cabin's condition to see if it had survived through the storm despite all the noises you have been hearing all day yesterday and throughout the night.
Your attention is divided between recovering from the restless sleep and already preparing to face the day that you barely pay attention to where you are going. Which is why you nearly stumble and fall when you open the bedroom door to find your guest sleeping right outside, his massive frame blocking the doorway.
You stop yourself from stepping on him with a gasp. Your heartbeat picks up but you swallow down the shock. Watching his chest rising and falling, you ponder between waking him up or leaving him be before finally going around him, tiptoeing down the hallway as you race into the bathroom.
Under the hot shower, all of your morning musings are quickly replaced by wondering about your new friend.
The frustration that you had felt for him grows into curiosity and you spend the entire time in your bath thinking about the changes in the bear's attitude and why he has been acting the way he does.
If only I could question him about it, you wonder, before shaking it off and begin focusing on how you are going to get through the day.
Done with the shower, you curse at yourself when you realise that your rush to the bathroom earlier had made you forget to bring fresh clothes for you to change into. Reaching out to the only towel you could find—while whispering another curse for being so tardy in dealing with your dirty laundry when you only find a smaller one—you cover yourself the best you could with it, even as its size could only cover your body as fas as the under-curves of your bottom.
Having no wish to flash yourself in front of the bear shifter, you take a quick peek out the door to see if he is still blocking the door to your bedroom. Seeing him nowhere in sight, you breathe a sigh of relief and dash out towards your bedroom, clutching tightly on the towel around you to keep it from falling.
