He opened his eyes. Why did everything look so bland today?
He got out of bed. The floor was cold. They'd forgotten to turn on the heat again. He chuckled.
The birds were singing, but it sounded muffled. Not like it usually was.
Inuyasha shuffled into the kitchen. He hummed to fill the quiet.
The sun was out, but it looked weak this morning. It fought to shine through the glass of the window.
He opened it.
He put the kettle on the stove. He felt the breeze on his neck.
Wait.
The window.
The glass of the closed window.
Wait.
The quiet.
The cold.
The grey.
No.