Friday, February 25, 2011

Shelter From the storm

        I cuddled with his jacket as he poured out coffee. I smiled to myself, my eyes tracing his silhouette.
"Baby, We're out of creamer." He said, searching through the cabnits. I yawned, looking at him with bored eyes.
       "Hot chocolate okay?" He asked, holding up the box.
       "God yes!" I shouted, the biggest grin on my face.

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