Something in her stirred and she found sleep had escaped her. She carefully slipped from underneath the warmth of the comforter and grabbed the throw blanket at the end of the bed to shield her from the cold draft. The cabin was all windows revealing the blanket of white outside. The light from the moon was enough for her to maneuver the wooden staircase that led to the kitchen. Although she had her fuzzy slippers and blanket, the thin nightgown underneath did nothing to insulate her body. Deciding that a cup of hot tea was what she needed to warm her up and put her to sleep again, she went about making it with minimal noise. Once she was done she made herself comfortable in the oversized chair by the window.
She was glad the full moon decided to show its face tonight. From a very young age she was always fascinated by it, intrigued by the stories about full moons did to people and animals. In those stories, the full moon always brought about chaos and extreme change within a person, but for her it had the opposite effect. It always seemed to bring about a calm within her that nothing else could until now.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
She nodded, knowing he’d come looking for her when he reached for her and only found a cold, lumpy pillow. He walked over to her wrapped inside his own blanket. He looked much like a little boy with his hair ruffled and the sleep still present in his eyes. She moved a little to make room for him. Sliding in easily, he enveloped her into his warm cocoon.
“If I’d known it was going to be this cold tonight, I would have started a fire. I think my feet are frozen.”
Rubbing her feet along his to warm him, she teased “And you were the one making fun of my fuzzy slippers. I bet you wish you bought that pair now.”
“Nah, this is much better.”
She snuggled further into him, hoping the beat of his heart and his even breaths would help lull her to sleep. Snow began to fall outside, creating a living photograph within their picture window. She never thought in a million years she would actually learn to appreciate the snow, even love it.
From day one, she and snow were far from what you would call friends. She found it hard to see the beauty in it when she had to trudge through it to class. Or when it turned into ice and caused her to fall on her ass numerous times. What she really enjoyed was when it soaked her through to the bone, causing her to sneeze and sniff through much of the winter. Each year it gave her a hard time, never relenting in its constant teasing and taunting. Then one day something changed.
She discovered the fun in making snow angels, building a snowman and having snowball fights. She found that long walks in the snow with the right person could be magical. But most of all she loved watching the snow fall outside while she found warmth inside.
“Did you know I used to hate the snow?”
“Really?”
“When I was a little girl I used to wish I was a bear so I could sleep through it. Spring could never get here soon enough.”
“And why am I hearing this now after all these years? Were you pretending all this time for my sake?”
She looked up at him, confusion in his eyes and a gleam of playfulness in hers. “Nope. I fell in love with it the day I met you.”
And she had. The moment he’d launched the first snowball at her, she knew she was in love.
She was glad the full moon decided to show its face tonight. From a very young age she was always fascinated by it, intrigued by the stories about full moons did to people and animals. In those stories, the full moon always brought about chaos and extreme change within a person, but for her it had the opposite effect. It always seemed to bring about a calm within her that nothing else could until now.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
She nodded, knowing he’d come looking for her when he reached for her and only found a cold, lumpy pillow. He walked over to her wrapped inside his own blanket. He looked much like a little boy with his hair ruffled and the sleep still present in his eyes. She moved a little to make room for him. Sliding in easily, he enveloped her into his warm cocoon.
“If I’d known it was going to be this cold tonight, I would have started a fire. I think my feet are frozen.”
Rubbing her feet along his to warm him, she teased “And you were the one making fun of my fuzzy slippers. I bet you wish you bought that pair now.”
“Nah, this is much better.”
She snuggled further into him, hoping the beat of his heart and his even breaths would help lull her to sleep. Snow began to fall outside, creating a living photograph within their picture window. She never thought in a million years she would actually learn to appreciate the snow, even love it.
From day one, she and snow were far from what you would call friends. She found it hard to see the beauty in it when she had to trudge through it to class. Or when it turned into ice and caused her to fall on her ass numerous times. What she really enjoyed was when it soaked her through to the bone, causing her to sneeze and sniff through much of the winter. Each year it gave her a hard time, never relenting in its constant teasing and taunting. Then one day something changed.
She discovered the fun in making snow angels, building a snowman and having snowball fights. She found that long walks in the snow with the right person could be magical. But most of all she loved watching the snow fall outside while she found warmth inside.
“Did you know I used to hate the snow?”
“Really?”
“When I was a little girl I used to wish I was a bear so I could sleep through it. Spring could never get here soon enough.”
“And why am I hearing this now after all these years? Were you pretending all this time for my sake?”
She looked up at him, confusion in his eyes and a gleam of playfulness in hers. “Nope. I fell in love with it the day I met you.”
And she had. The moment he’d launched the first snowball at her, she knew she was in love.
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