AN: Well, here's a little headcannon I came up with. I'm not sure about the way I wrote this, but I think it turned out okay. I'm also looking for a beta! If you are interested, please PM me and we'll talk!
Peeta Mellark always slept with the windows open. It didn't matter if it was warm or cold, raining or snowing, the window in his room was always open to the elements.
He wasn't quite sure how it began, but he thinks it probably has to do with how much he liked listening to the District as it slowed and settled and then went to sleep. It was comforting and familiar, a kind of lullaby that lured him into sleep.
His mother hated it, yelled about how they didn't have enough coal to keep the house warm in the winter. She didn't care about the rest of the year, or that each of them had warm sleeping clothes and blankets, she was always worried about the coal.
He put his name in the tesserae ten times in order to get the extras. He wanted to make sure they had enough to trade for more coal if it was needed, that winter as he slept with his window open. His older brother had put his name in ten times every year, so he would be safe.
Then his name was pulled from the bowl, and he found himself on a train to the capitol with his window open in a desperate attempt to hold onto his home as it slipped ever farther from his grasp.
