A Week 'Til Christmas

-4-

I opened my eyes to just darkness. My body seemed to remember what I didn't.

It was Christmas Eve and I needed to get The present.

I needed to move fast, get everything before Dream woke up.

I threw off my sweatshirt, leaving it on the bed. Turning to my chests, I grabbed out the main food bag and practically ran out of the tent.

I made a mental note of what I needed.

Two apples, easy enough. Meat..except I didn't know how to prepare it. And bread, but I didn't have wheat.

Shit I didn't think this through.

Maybe I could get him something else, then.

But what would he like?

My thoughts were racing, making me more anxious than I should have been. I demanded more of myself, to think of something, anything that I could get. After spending so much time with him, it was pathetic that I couldn't think of anything.

I started fidgeting with my hands, looking around at the trees.

The voice in my mind just cussed at me for this. I started muttering it to myself too.

"Fuck..fuck..what could I get him..he's gonna fucking hate me." I mumbled.

Nothing seemed to come up in my mind. I bit my tongue and held back tears. I couldn't let my mind get all cloudy now.

No weapons or potions would work, I didn't have stuff to sew right now. Fuck, if I only didn't push away Ghostbur.

I was so far into the woods by this point that I didn't recognize it.Instead of the breeze turned to wind, snow started to xover the ground as it got colder. I just kept going, hoping something would pop up.

And it did.

I saw a small cabin up ahead. It scared me at first but I saw nothing lighting up the house. No one would be there. I could do what I did best.

Steal.

I stuck up to the house, doing my best not to leave footprints. I went to the back of it, finding another entrance. There was just what I needed right inside. Chests.

I shook the snow off my shoes and walked quietly inside. I scowwered through each of the chests, finding some very valuable things.

Things I would use to get out of here. And possibly even fight Dream.

But why would I do that? No, no I couldn't.  He would win anyways. That would be disobeying him.

Like I already was.

I shook the thoughts out, searching for more. I found something he would most definitely like, and something I'd known he'd been searching for.

I put it in the bag, tying it up and walking out. I looked around to make sure no one was there. All I saw was the trees shining from a sunrise.

Sunrise.

Shit.

I ran out again, going back through the woods. I didn't care that I left tracks. I was determined to get back. I could hear myself panting and my legs start to ache from how fast I was going but it didn't matter.

I got out of the snow back into the warmer weather, which gave me the hope that I knew where I was going. I started to recognize the trees and finally I saw the light of an exit.

I get out, trying to rush to my tent. But outside I see the one thing I was hoping wouldn't happen.

Dream stood in front of the tent, and a small burn mark was in the grass in front of him.