On the Twelfth Day of Christmas....

Is it the starry lights that speckle the nighttime sky above me?

Yes...... I think it is.

I'm shivering.

I'm sprawled naked in the snow.

My breath but wisps in the air.

Where am I now?

How long before I black out again?

Did I miss Christmas?

My body is covered with burns from where the Monument had touched me.

Apparently I piss him off.

Alot.

Eh, before I go away again.

Happy Christmas.

p.s. What I want for Christmas, is a warm bed. Behind a locked door. Where I know I can be alone.

And he won't find me again.