Emit woke up to the sound of rain tapping on the wooden roof, the wooden cottage gave of a musty oak smell that added to the warm feeling of the dim lit room. Cast iron pans hung above the gently crackling fire place that was made of odd shaped rough stones, the area rugs were red and gold now were warn out, parchment paper strewn over most of the large oak table.
Getting up slowly from the large overly soft bed and rubbing the sleep from his eyes to look around, proceeding to grab his coat and book from the end table. Walking past the kitchen he shuffled through the fridge and grabbed an apple.
Putting his large black boots on Emit slow opened the heavy door, pushing out into the autumn breeze that carried the smell of wet dying leaves into his nose. The air was old and wet, the fog thick making the thick bright orange and red woods harder to see. Leaves crunches lightly under his feet as he walked, rain drops dripping down his young face as he walked steadily towards a large wooden chair that was under a small tent of tree bark and leaves, looking out upon a small crystal blue lake.