It was the cold that woke him up.

He was shivering uncontrollably and his nose…he pulled his hand up and out of the sleeping bag to poke at it, shivering even harder when the winter air burrowed through his layers of sweaters and winter coat to steal up his arm. His nose didn’t fall off when he wiggled it, though, which he took as a good sign.

With a groan, he opened his eyes, staring up at the bead board ceiling of his three-season porch. Yup, it was definitely the fourth season of the year. At the moment, it was hard for him to remember just how he could think that sleeping outside in January was better than sleeping in a house that smelled like rotten garbage. His frozen, aching limbs told him otherwise.

Of course, as frozen as his nose was, he might not be able to...

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