CLAY-ISH

It was Christmas day, the snow falling silently outside the window, covering the ground in a snowy white blanket. Kid woke up to music playing down on the lower level of his house. It must have been loud for it to have woken him up. He yawned and sat up in his bed, raising his arms above his head and arching his back in a stretch. He sighed and got out of his nice warm bed and got dressed. He put on his white collar shirt, lazily buttoning it up. He put on his pants. It seemed like a century before he got the waistband over his hips. He rubbed his eyes, walking downstairs. He stopped at the foot of the stairs and scanned the main floor. Noth