Warmth

Anne

I fell asleep through the gnawing cold. I guess he got busy with his fiancée that he forgot he wanted to get a second blanket for me.

The movie I was watching was hilarious and interesting, but it did little to erase the thought of those two upstairs getting it hot and sweaty to abate the cold.

I’d stood up, paced around, gone to the toilet near the gym room to poo, cause mehn, the thoughts I had, didn’t sit well with my system.

After hours of staying up, tossing and turning, throwing pillows and fetching them back, I finally fell asleep.

Even in a deep sleep, the cold penetrated my subconscious. It put me in a dream where I was stuck in a locked refrigerator. The more I tried to push the door open, the colder it got in there. I was scared I would die. But after what felt like hours of struggling, the door opened on its own and in rushed warm air.

I flipped my eyes open and grabbed the arm that wasn’t mine.

The room was a bit darker now, but I could still make out his face