A howl of wind causes my ear to idly twitch towards the window, the sound of wind rushing through the forest catching my attention. Snuggling myself further into the couch as the gust rattles the log cabin's wall, despite its fury I’m nice and cozy.

“Howl all you want wind” I mutter as another gust howls, seemingly in retort.

The rhythmic howling of the wind outside is a contrast to the crackling warmth from the fireplace, its flames dancing lively. Outside each gust of wind makes the falling snow dance at the corner of my eye, trying to tempt me away from my book. My ear twitches back as I turn the page, my attention mostly refocusing back to the book.

Mostly.

The aroma of freshly baked cookies, a mix of vanilla and chocolate chip, pulls me from the pages of the book.

“Just one or two” I say, grinning to myself as I reach towards them.

Splitting my attention between the book and getting a cookie, I carefully avoid bumping my cup of tea as my paw settles on a still-warm cookie. The crisp edges crumble as I take a bite, the soft, gooey center basically melts in my mouth. Carefully using the back of my paw and I brush away the stray crumbs that I‘ve managed to get on the page, quickly checking to make sure none of them have left a stain on the page. Scolding myself as I realise there’s a slight stain on the page. I really need to be more careful with the next bite.

The pages and chapters fly by as I’m so engrossed with my book, barely aware as my paw reaches out with almost a mind of its own picking up fresh cookies whenever it finds itself empty. My attention is finally broken when I hear the distinct clinking sound of my claws hitting the plate, looking over to confirm what the sound already announced.

“Just one or two” I sigh to myself looking at the empty plate.

With the books hold over me broken I gaze out the window at the dying sunlight filtering down through the trees, the wind calmer now just barely rustling the branches. I let out a content sigh as I sink into the couch, content with this quiet break away from the usual bustle of life.

“Suppose I should move” I mumble, stretching my legs out.

“But maybe in a little bit” as I watch the last of the day's light fade away outside.

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Art by the wonderful  StampmatS
Story by me  Shadow-in-the-Night

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