He held a cup of hot chocolate in his hands as he sat by the fire, warm and bright. Outside light snow fell, covering the ground in soft white. The wind was cool, knocking against the window panes flakes with snowflakes. Inside, jazz music played, quieting the fireside room with peace. He leaned back, finally relaxed. Drifting off sleep; dreams filled with hope and soundness. And there he slept, no worries at all.