Utterly Mad

Medan rolls out of bed, and onto his feet. He was in his home, as he usually was, enjoying the morning light filtering in from the spaces in the boarded up window. He stands in his room for a long while, watching dust motes float in and out of the golden beams of light. Their dance hypnotizes Medan for a bit, and he pulls himself out of it to get dressed.

Wearing his usual attire, he walks outside and greets the day with gusto, and then goes about checking his animal traps.