I bolted upright in bed, my pajamas hugging to me like a clingy ex after a wild dream. I threw off the covers with a flourish, my eyes scanning the room for any clues as to where I was. Oh right, my new temporary bedroom. I was sure it would be temporary, just like my last three relationships.
We wish you a merry Christmas…
We wish you a merry Christmas…We wish you a merry Christmas…
We wish you a merry Christmas…The cube-shaped clock on the bedside table let out a loud screech, blaring a familiar song. I jumped, my heart racing. How did that get turned on? I must have hit a button last night while I was trying to figure out if the clock was even a clock or just a weird looking decoration. On one side, a mama bear wearing a Christmas hat clung to a tree, while on the other side, two cub
