The only sound to be heard in Will's big new house over the still roaring, magically-powered fireplace in the living room was his snoring.
Will blinked his eyes open and focused on the ceiling. Ugh' why is the bed so hard" He turned his head to look into the fire. That's because this is the living room' and the floor.
Will looked to his right hand, still holding an empty whiskey bottle. His head rolled left towards the other hand, which rested inside a small bag. He picked it up and held it close to his face. Oh yeah, that little elf guy gave me this stuff. He pulled out the contents one by one and dropped them in a pile above his head. Empty candy wrappers" an empty bag of Instant Snow" Must be why your shirt's all wet. He tossed the bag aside and finally sat up with a groan.
Between Will's bare feet sat a snow globe. He picked it up and shook it. Inside it, an image came into focus of a beach. A man and a woman were sitting in the sand with their feet in the water. Will turned it to get a better look at them.
They were the stuff of travel brochures. He was younger, fit, tanned and clean-shaven, with hair down past his shoulders. She was petite, her hair cut shoulder-length. The two were smiling and having a spirited conversation. She held his full attention with her bright blue eyes.
It was a simple scene, but then Will had always tried to enjoy the little things in life. He smiled. Moments like those, with her" it was as if there was nothing else in the world. Just us. Like it would never end. He watched the two for a few minutes.
But it did. Will sighed and stood up off the floor. He set the snowglobe on the counter as he shuffled into the kitchen, stopping at the fridge. He opened the door" it was empty, except for a note on the top shelf. He unfolded it and read it out loud to himself.
"New years resolutions" Go out for breakfast. Go to store. Duel more. Be more social. Throw a party. Get a life" He tossed it back into the fridge and shut the door.
"You don't ask for much, do you?"
Will blinked his eyes open and focused on the ceiling. Ugh' why is the bed so hard" He turned his head to look into the fire. That's because this is the living room' and the floor.
Will looked to his right hand, still holding an empty whiskey bottle. His head rolled left towards the other hand, which rested inside a small bag. He picked it up and held it close to his face. Oh yeah, that little elf guy gave me this stuff. He pulled out the contents one by one and dropped them in a pile above his head. Empty candy wrappers" an empty bag of Instant Snow" Must be why your shirt's all wet. He tossed the bag aside and finally sat up with a groan.
Between Will's bare feet sat a snow globe. He picked it up and shook it. Inside it, an image came into focus of a beach. A man and a woman were sitting in the sand with their feet in the water. Will turned it to get a better look at them.
They were the stuff of travel brochures. He was younger, fit, tanned and clean-shaven, with hair down past his shoulders. She was petite, her hair cut shoulder-length. The two were smiling and having a spirited conversation. She held his full attention with her bright blue eyes.
It was a simple scene, but then Will had always tried to enjoy the little things in life. He smiled. Moments like those, with her" it was as if there was nothing else in the world. Just us. Like it would never end. He watched the two for a few minutes.
But it did. Will sighed and stood up off the floor. He set the snowglobe on the counter as he shuffled into the kitchen, stopping at the fridge. He opened the door" it was empty, except for a note on the top shelf. He unfolded it and read it out loud to himself.
"New years resolutions" Go out for breakfast. Go to store. Duel more. Be more social. Throw a party. Get a life" He tossed it back into the fridge and shut the door.
"You don't ask for much, do you?"