white relief

It was 6 am. He gets up and looks outside the glass window. The forest was covered with snow. The bed was still warm and comfy. He takes out a cigarette from the pack under the pillow and lights it. He gets out of the bed and makes a little coffee for himself. Holidays are great, but he will have to return to the city in three days. City, which was more Darwinian than the white jungle he could see through the window. He pours the coffee in the mug and lights up another cigarette. The wooden floor was cold to his bare feet, but he had a warm feeling in his heart. He still had three more days of freedom.