My breath was frosted as I tried to breathe. The sheets around me were like ice, slowly decreasing my body temperature. The winds brought up snow that made my skin white. I shivered, trying to shake off the oncoming sugar. Nothing great had happened after I had turned into cereal. NOTHING. Luckily, I was one of the pieces on top of the bag. It is useless to move, my own breath causing a vacuum. Everything was pitch dark, almost impossible to see.
I could feel the squirming of the other pieces below me. My balance was countered by the moving cereal. I wanted to smack myself in the face, but my stubby arms made those physics literally impossible. I had finally found a way to connect to the struggles of a T-Rex, or at least I thought so. Do you know how in some cereal boxes, there are prizes at the bottom of the cereal or hidden in the bag? Apparently, there was a toy T-Rex under me. After a few growls and little roars, the inevitable crunching noises of cereal being eaten sounded throughout the box.
