Dear Diary - Personal Twist
After his anniversary celebration, Croissando finds he's more nervous than he realized about the new year.
Croissando tucked himself in bed after writing about the last of his day in his diary. It was quite the adventure and the busiest day at his cafe yet. Celebrating the anniversary of the cafe went without a hitch. Now at last he could get some well deserved sleep and think about all the days ahead. Today went fine, it went great, actually. It was just enough people where he could serve everyone, get out the party favors, prizes, pastries, and have just enough for tomorrow. He was going to have to be up by dawn to restock everything, but he needed to stop thinking about that. He wrote all of that down in his journal, anyway. Now was the time for sleep.
He curled up in his giant crescent bed, looking quite like a croissant himself, and drifted off to sleep, expecting a moment of meditation before it was waking up to the next day.
However, his sleep didn't come as naturally as the previous day had. He tossed and turned, thinking about what the next year would bring, and the haunting feelings seeped into his dreams, as well. He was walking aimlessly through fog trying to answer the bell at the front of his counter if he wasn't there to serve someone upon their entrance into his cafe, but every time it seemed like he was about to reach it, the noise was coming from a different direction instead. It was honestly beginning to scare him but he wasn't able to quite wrap his mind around it being a dream. What a twist it'd be if...this was just the work of another chowling with a fog ability.
No! He shouldn't think that way. Croi shook himself into focus and went in the other direction from the bell chime when his nose was insulted with the nightmarish smell of burnt bakery. He didn't leave the oven on before he went to bed, right? As Croi took himself through the fog, something fell on top of his snout, and all the fur rose up on his spine when he realized it was part of his...horn? He reached up and realized the horns were untwisting like they were uncooked croissants, and he started to panic.
No! Why did I think about a twist! Now I'm losing my...personal twists!
Croissando woke up and nearly jumped right out of bed. He quickly felt for his horns to make sure they were in tact. Once they were confirmed to still be there and undisturbed, he let out a breath of relief. The frost of his frozen breath began to ice the windows and make him shiver, though, so he sighed and stepped out of bed. Maybe he needed to go for a walk while his bedroom warmed back up.