I am awakened by a cinnamon smell, it reminds me of my mother. I start to bawl,fat tears rolling down my cheeks. " I hear someone coming up the hill,their footsteps crunching on the icy tundra. I huddle in the snow,hoping my new transformation would hide me in the snow. The footsteps stop and I hear rustling, something warm draped over my shoulders. I'm being lifted up into someone's arms and held to a warm chest.I fall asleep once more,my heart skipping a beat at the smell of this stranger. I see his head turn towards me as my eyes close. Cuddling for warmth.
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