Melatovnik

 A cold chill blowing over his quills, caused Sonic’s eyes to flutter, a frown coming over the sleeping hedgehog’s face, and a quick shiver running through him. His eyes peeked open, noting the slightly brighter light that shone through his room, unusual for this late hour. He sat up, a yawn coming up, and surveyed his bedroom… the curtains of his window were open, and so was the window itself. Definitely not normal, especially right at the onset of winter. Sonic’s quills stiffened for a moment, wondering if someone had snuck inside, and he reached over with one arm, to rouse the ivory hedgehog who slept beside him, be