NIGHT

Bruce is already in bed. He hears the shower shut off and the curtain slide open. Roy towels himself dry and clicks off the light. It's dark. Roy walks past Bruce to check the wood stove. A draft of warm air follows. 

From the bed, Bruce can see Roy crouched naked in front of the wood stove. The open door and glow of embers making shadows and silhouettes that flicker. He stokes the fire. Puts another log on and closes the door. Tightens the damper. He steps over the sleeping dog on his way to bed. Then slides under crisp covers, up against Bruce. The scent of freshly showered soap lingering.

The dog gets up and stretches. The click clack of tired claws. Moments later he jumps on the bed, pushing them apart. He spins around again and again and again and lands in a slumber ball at the bottom of the bed between his men.