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Something strange had to be in your dinner because that night, everyone who went to the carnival seems to have a strange dream. In the dream they are in a snow cover field, all alone. Around them, more snow is softly falling but suddenly, out of nowhere, a little speck of white light flies up to them.

Getting as close to their face as possible, the fairy reaches out and touches their nose with an ice like sensation. It looks as if it was crying though it is hard to tell on the pale body.

‘Please…help us…’

The voice is barely a high pitch whisper before something draws its attention from behind you and it speeds away back to where it came from.

Just as you go to turn around, something strikes and you wake in your bed, your nose cold to the touch.


Jason had gone to bed early that night as well, it just seemed lately that no matter what he did he had no energy all day. He was getting sloppy at work and fell asleep on the couch as soon as he got home. There were a number of times when he woke up in the morning without even realizing he had gone to bed. Poor Nischal was probably worn out from moving him all the time.

Somehow he knew he was dreaming now though. A very cold dream at that. This time of year always haunted him in his sleep, as he stood shivering in the cold with nothing but his pajamas too keep him slightly warm. Snow was falling gently from the sky and he glanced around to see where he was. There wasn't anything or anyone though. Just rolling hills covered in white powder falling from the sky. He was wondering how long his dreams were going to keep him trapped in this cold, when suddenly a bright light flew up toward him. He squinted his eyes to get a better look, but soon he didn't have to. The light was right in front of him, reaching out to place a chilling hand against his nose.

"Please....help us..."

The little voice called out and he felt a chill run down his spine. The little fairy looked so sad. It bore a striking resemblance to the little fairy sculpture he currently housed in his room. It looked so sad and he felt compelled to do whatever he could to help out the poor little creature. Before he could ask how, why, or what though, suddenly it was gone. Flying away behind him.

He tried turning around, to see what had caught it's attention, but it was like as soon as he did he hit a wall. With a jolt suddenly he was awake in his own bedroom. His breathe felt cold and a shiver rocked through his body. He looked over to where the ice fairy sculpture should have been. Hadn't he left it by his nightstand again? But it wasn't there, instead it was on top of his dresser and something about it looked alarming. Like it was trying to fly away.

He reached up to brush the sleep from his eyes and felt just how chilly his nose was. Like something cold really had come into his room to wake him up. He might think Nischal was trying to prank him, if it wasn't for his snoring coming from the pillow next to him.

He could feel just how tired he still was, despite the fact he'd probably already been sleeping for some time now. Part of him was concerned if he went back to bed now he'd just end up stuck in the same snowfield. But well, Nischal was so nice and warm next to him. It was hard to resist the urge to snuggle up next to him and go back to bed. He tried to imagine himself on a nice warm beach as he held on to him boyfriend sleeping form.

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