Anithe

The microwave beeped, signaling it was finished, and Julian moved quickly to retrieve the mug inside. The scent of coffee reached his nose as he held it, filling him with a small amount of hope as he left the kitchen and headed for the living room. There was a slight chill in the air, seeping through the thick socks and large violet nightshirt he wore, and it sent a cold tingle up his spine as he hurried back to the couch. He set the mug on one of the coffee tables, and plopped down onto the large leather sofa positioned in front of the television, filling the room with a bluish light. Thunder rumbled overhead, coupled with the pitter patter