I wake to the soft, rhythmic patter of light snow dusting the multi-paned bay window and the unmistakable, sweet aroma of cinnamon buns drifting up the wooden staircase.
I stretch lazily under the blankets, feeling a deep, satisfying warmth down to my toes.
On my left wrist, the heavy silver cuff rests cool against my skin, its intricate feather motifs catching the pale, light. Smiling to myself in the quiet room, I run my thumb over the single word Always hidden on the inside of the band before finally slipping out of bed and throwing on a thick fleece robe.
Downstairs, the ground floor is bathed in a gentle morning light reflecting off the blanket of snow outside.
Titan is the first to greet me. He trots over from his spot near the Christmas tree, his heavy tail thumping a steady rh
