I sat on the floor playing cards.

Azoth sat in the swivel chair playing a game on the computer.

Sef stood next to the dresser and stared out the window.

No one said anything for a long time.

Azoth asked me if I thought a Brocca was better than an Executioner. I told him that the Brocca was stronger, though I'd rather have an Executioner. He nodded and we both went back to playing our games.

It was quiet. I shuffled my cards every now and then. Azoth clicked his mouse once in a while. Sef wiped the condensation from the window with his sleeve.

Sef mentioned that it was New Year's Day. Azoth and I both nodded.

The heater was broken, so we had a small portable one with glowing orange coils. It was behind me and it kept my back warm.

I flipped over the five of clubs and asked Sef if he was going to call home. He shook his head and said he didn't want to.

I flipped over the four of hearts and asked Azoth if he was going to call home. He shook his head and said he didn't have a home.

I flipped over the seven of diamonds.

Snow fell softly outside and no one said anything.

I shuffled my cards and dealt again.

The portable heater quietly hummed.

The old musty carpet was soft beneath my wool socks.

The stainless steel spoon in Azoth's mug of cold coffee slid down a little bit and clinked against the ceramic.

An hour passed by and the ground had become white outside.

Sef stepped outside to smoke a bowl.

I still hadn't won a game of cards.

Azoth asked me if he should put stat points into strength or intelligence. I told him strength would be better, though I would rather have intelligence.

He nodded.

Sef came back inside and said that it was twenty-eight degrees outside, but there was no wind.

We all nodded.

I liked the way he smelled. The smell of marijuana smoke comforted me.

I flipped over the three of spades.

Azoth asked me if I was going to call home.

I shook my head.

"I am home."

No one said anything for a long time.

It was New Year's Day.

The snow fell softly outside.