The night was anything but still. It snowed the whole night, a thick blanket laying over every thing, putting everything back to sleep, back to rest. When Aeolian opened his eyes, The sun was still not up, everything still engulfed by darkness. the man laid still in his best, starring blankly at the window, watching the nothigness staring right back at him. Eventually he pulled himself up and forced himself out of bed. He walked straight to the window, to look outside and watch the sky drizzle small snowflakes. It looked kind of eerie, liked it was pulled out right of a fairytale. He crossed his arms on his chest and shifted his weight on one of his legs, starring outside. He was uneasy. Uneasy for what he wanted to do, and for possible scenarios that already started to play in his mind, b
