The rain outside your home poured down like the gods had decided to empty the skies over you. The fire in the corner of your living room crackled gently, warming the room that you and your husband sat in. Hannibal's slow breathing as he flipped the pages of his book soothed you as you leant against the pillows on the sofa, relaxing. You have a blanket around your legs and your own book on your lap. The silence in the room is comfortable, soothing and warm