Edward's Epiphany

I swiped the back of my hand across my mouth and watched as the winter sun glinted off its still, vacant eyes and exposed fangs. I drew a deep breath and let my eyes drift closed. I listened. Nothing but the rush of wind creaking through pine boughs and the occasional flutter of wings disturbed the stillness. My limbs felt heavy as a rare peace settled into my bones. Silence. Here, no thoughts but my own lingered in the air around me. I felt a grin creep along the corners of my mouth. “Merry Christmas, Edward,” I murmured.