Maybe it's winter now, and you're a boy, too. After you've flung yourself over the cliff of day into sleep, you're suddenly awake again and you rise in a silver and moonstruck night on the edge of a small town, the snowy outskirts a vast canvas to be filled with the darks and lights of the shadowy world outside your bedroom window. You sense your mother in the room, and look around once to see. You are used to this, she comes in often to check on...