117 Degree Blizzard
Everything was okay as it ever was, yet I was up, pacing inside your castle. I watched you sleep as I stood by the window. Outside, it was snowing. It wouldn’t stop and it was beautiful. I didn’t want it to stop. The city was shut down, just like I liked it. I felt the draft of cold air all over my body. I shivered, you kept sleeping. I could see your almost naked through and around the sheets. I let the blind go closed, walked over to your bed and crawled in next to you.
You were warm.
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Today my chariot told me it was 117 degrees outside my window.
