Outside in the cold somewhere, I hear church-bells and sirens behind the chirping birds and clacking branches swaying in the breeze. Daylight rages through the window as I try uselessly to sleep. Not even the common loon's wintersong can lull me to sleep in this wind-trapped void.
Woe.
Woe.
tutunaku:
Ah, you've set the scene; now for the action!
osmose:
Poet 4-Real!