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02/05/12(Sun)20:37 No.34001130
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 Light pours onto you, and she stands there in the doorway with a soft smile, but also with worry in her eyes. You return her smile tiredly and jokingly tell her how fun it was to play in the snow. As you walk in and shut the door behind you, she quickly moves up and deftly unzips your heavy layers. She asks if you’re okay and says that it’s alright to come back early when you make firewood, adding the usual “I mean… if you want to…” She also says that animals usually hibernate at this time of year, so you shouldn’t have to do that anyway, winter is for relaxing. The last of your layers gone, you thank her and tell her you’re okay, and say, “But playing in the snow is fun!” Giggling, she leads you into the living room, where a cozy fire crackles, a white bunny chews on carrots in the corner, and a plate of cookies and two mugs of cocoa sit on the coffee table in front of the inviting couch. You slump down on it, sigh with sweet relief again, and close your eyes. You hear another body sit down on the couch, and smell a familiar lovely smell. You feel arms reach around you. Hear quiet breathing next to you, and then the warmth of a pair of lips on your cheek. |
