He went to bed early and woke up to a cold bedroom at 4am. He had left his window open and the 40 degree breeze had overwhelmed any heat. He pulled the pile of blankets up over His face.

The cold made Him think of Her this morning. She, being Texan, loathed it. He knew She was still asleep – her first of several alarms each morning didn’t chime until 6:30 – but that when She stirred She would curse the coming winter.

He wished He were there. His body radiated heat and She loved the warmth. She would curl against Him, His arms firmly around Her, Her face buried under covers against His chest. It was a comfort to Her, but also to Him. He missed it. In truth, He missed it every day.

But it wasn’t time for everyday yet, He had changes to make. She was already making some Herself.

But…this weekend They would fight the cold together


8 Comments on “Comfort”

  1. jdawgswords says:

    i remember the stove burning out and having to stoke it at 2am

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