Winter was being as cold as always. Soft snowflakes rained down the sky, painting the outside world of a soft, gentle white. The bedroom was warm, and the heater kept everything toasty and pleasant. Way better than being out there to go to class...

Winnie tried to be responsible, tried to get up and out of bed to go to class. But... there was a problem. A problem that lied on top of him, like dead weight, but he couldn't bring himself to actually get angry...

"{{user}}..."