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Everyone who has received a snow fairy figurine has noticed something is…off about their daily routine. They tend to head to bed a little earlier than normal and to sleep in later than normal. Regardless of their typical taste buds, and the weather outside, they seem to be cold things to eat and drink. Not to mention their energy levels seem to be low but that may just be all the shivering or the time change as surely there is enough sleep to be had.

The Snow Fairy figurines have also been extra peculiar as of late. With a beautiful gleam, they almost look as though they’re made of real ice whenever light touches their translucent forms. They never seem to be in the same place as they're left in and their poses seem different than they were the day before. While they look life-like, they surely aren't...right?




For an early to bed, early to rise sort of guy, Reid Covey was finding his sleeping habits to be exhaustively not enough.

It didn't make any sense. He went to bed at eight, sometimes nine o'clock in the evening (when he was feeling adventurous and wild and stayed up to watch something on basic television) and woke up like clockwork at five each and every morning. Sure, sometimes he'd wake up in the middle of the night - everyone did, right - but he typically didn't have any problems going back to sleep.

And, really, going to sleep wasn't the problem. Staying awake, staying alert seemed to be the biggest issue he was struggling with. Even with eight, nine hours of sleep, he found himself yawning and having difficulty focusing when it came to his daily tasks and routines. At breakfast time, he was trying to butter his bread before putting it in the toaster and the milk somehow found itself in the freezer instead of the fridge.

He couldn't keep making these sort of mistakes - groceries cost money and he was being unnecessarily wasteful with stupid moves like this.

His mother was in bed for most of the week, citing she wasn't feeling very well herself. With the frail health that she already had, Reid was starting to worry. Maybe a trip to the doctor was in order for the elder Covey - maybe they stayed out too long at the carnival and it had taken a severe toll on the older woman's health?

Whatever the case was, both of them were down for the count, Reid practically falling asleep every time he got home from work. He had to set his alarm clock, though, had to make dinner for the both of them and convince his poor, dreary mother to eat before falling back asleep herself. It was a pain to try to stay awake and eat as well, Reid finding himself favoring leftovers straight out of the fridge or freezer without the need for heating them up. He took his milk with ice, he let soup sit in the fridge for an hour or two before consuming it -- it was an odd behavior, he knew, but maybe it had some weird science to it, like his internal body temperature was too hot and he was craving cold things to cool it down? He didn't know, he wasn't a science nerd, hell.

He was hopeful that his mother was at least strong enough to wander around the house in the evening, because he kept seeing her stupid little fairy statue of hers being moved from place to place. Obviously she couldn't seem to find the right "spot" for it to live in, as it kept changing location practically every day. Not that he cared - it could go in the trash bin or to Goodwill for all he cared, along with all of the other knick knacks that cluttered the shelves and counters in their apartment.

If things didn't turn out better soon, though, they were going to go into even deeper debt with additional medical bills.