My heart was exploding in my chest. I turned and saw them loping alongside me, their white bodies like ghosts in the trees. I broke out of the forest, and there was the Ice Wall, 700 feet high. I was trapped. They were upon me, their hot breath …
Wait! Then I woke up! I wasn’t going to be the 4, 527th death on Game of Thrones! These weren’t Dire Wolves! It was Tank and Nellie, our Bernese mountain dogs, on the bed licking my face. It was 7:30 in the morning, and I was late feeding them! I was going to live!
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