Warmth

The world is quiet. A car whirs by outside every now and then. I can hear wind. The dark is peaceful around us.
He sleeps next to me. Breath in, breath out. Repeating. Now he shifts, turning towards me with a sigh as he rearranges his legs. His eyes open. I lean over to press a kiss to him. He is warm. I feel the difference in my cold nose on his soft, warm cheek. His lips move under mine and he slurs something in sleep as he drifts back down into unconsciousness.
It feels safe here.

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