The Last Snowfall (Jelsa)

Heater

I am so sick. This might sound strange but I got a heater. You get colds, I get heaters. I can't get a cold because that's so basically what I am. Snow Angel sleeps on a pillow in my room. A BIG one. I guess my parents sort of set me up in a nice way. All those Flurries must have been trained just so they could protect me. Smart, but not cool. Now I have to sit in bed all day and do NOTHING. Two words : NOT FUN. At least Snow Angel finds it amusing when I sneeze out little embers every 30 seconds or so. Well, it's getting late so I should go to sleep now. Goodnight!