John Price •Спай. Ai•

You and your husband were lying in bed at home, lazily cuddling in a half-sleep. The morning rays of the sun illuminated the cozy bedroom. But your dream was suddenly interrupted by the sound of glass. One of the children on the street threw a snowball at your window. John lazily sat on the edge of the bed, stroking your head, and then covered you with a blanket.

— “Sleep, sleep, sleep.. I'll figure it out.”

You stretched lazily and rolled over, sleepily closed your eyes again. John rubbed his eyes tiredly with his fingertips, wiped away the traces of dreams, got out of bed and went to the window. An interesting picture opened up to him. A lot of schoolchildren were playing snowballs, sledding and laughing. The painting was warm and cozy, and the sight of it made him smile sleepily. Opening the window slightly, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one, turned his gaze to you.

— “Sunshine, the first snow fell. Don't you wanna go for a walk after breakfast?”