The Wounds We Heal

Chapter sixty-six: Orderly Decorative

Snowflake yawned before stretching. As she slowly woke up, her eyes adjusted to the light. Soon, she saw the light shine from outside and looked to see the white powder outside. The female husky gasped happily.

"Time to get ready! Oh wait, Thanksgiving. I better get the others to help. At least I can get us started!" Snowflake said. The female husky pup started to take down the paw print turkey she had made, then wrapped herself in a blue blanket before looking at the snow fall. She might as well wait for her friends to wake up before beginning the day.

Chase's brow furrowed over his closed eyes and he shifted over slightly. But seeing as how the nagging dream just wouldn't let go, his squirming progressed until it shook him awake!

A couple pups gasped with the sudden motion and sat up. Chase yawned and stretched as a few other disoriented pups looked about blindly trying to figure things out.

"Wah? Huh? *yawn* What was that about?" Rubble asked lifting a paw up to rub his eye.

"What was what?" Marshall asked.

"Someone moved.." Skye yawned, stretching. "Everybody ok?"

"Yeah, *sniffle*.." Chase sniffed, making himself look as groggy as possible, so not to let them in on what happened.. And so they wouldn't notice the tears he was roughly brushing away with one long sweep of his paw.

"Oh.. Snowflake you're already up!" Rocky noticed, then thought for a moment. "How long have you been sitting there?"

"Just a minute or two," Snowflake replied as she turned to face the pups, her body still wrapped up in the blue blanket.

"Okay..." Ned said before he too yawned and stretched, getting up. "So, is everyone up?" Snowflake asked.

"I think so." Marshall thought, glancing around. "-oh, wait, nevermind.. Most of us."

Then everyone looked over to find Chester and Zuma still snoozing away amongst the blankets and pillows still around them.

Rocky leaned in closer.

"You sure they're both still asleep?" he asked.

"Pretty sure," the Dalmatian shrugged.

"I don't know.." Rubble wondered.. "Sure, seemed like they're really trying to look.."

"Shhh, we're sleeping!" Chester hissed without opening his eyes even though he was kind of smiling.

"Oh see? I told you they weren't sleeping." Rocky confirmed, straightening up.

"I think Zuma might actually be sleeping." Marshall observed, more closely. "I mean obviously Chester isn't.."

"Awww.. you ruined it!" Chester complained, finally getting up, more like dragging himself up like he were still exhausted.

"Wait, 'ruined it'? What?" Snowflake asked, confused, coming over to the others.

"What... were you doing?" Ned added, also trying to figure out why Chester was pretending to be asleep.

"Enjoying the peace and quiet for once.." the older German Shepherd replied simply. "There's just this blessed peace that snow seems to bring that gives everybody a break from busy life.. That is until you wake up. Have you noticed that every time it snows you have really weird or creative dreams?"

"Yeah.. great.." Chase replied dryly, then stumbled forward out of bed, stopping to rub his eyes before walking forward stiffly.

Snowflake smiled happily.