Bathed in coldness I closed my eyes and made an effort to reach a certain level of sleep. The more time passed by the more I became aware of the fact that I was in huge need of human warmth.
I stood up, opened the curtain, and walked to her side of the room.
There I saw her sleeping posture, I hesitated for a bit but decided to wake her up to ask if I could get inside.
As soon as I had gotten in the bed she started to warm my body that felt cold like a rock with her own warmth.
My feet between hers, my legs between hers, she shared her warmth with me. No matter how freezing my temperature was, she never shrunk back.
She is a warm person, not only her body but also she herself is a warm person.
Warmth is when you do things for others, even if that costs some sacrifice.
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Short Story / Non-Fiction
Poem / Memoir
Miscellaneous / Romance
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