The rain pattered against the
windowsill so softly that it was like listening to the pitter patter of soft
feline feet across a carpet. The bed was warm and I stretched out leisurely, my
legs dangling off the bed and my finger tips grazing the dark leather of the
headboard. The blankets felt like fluff and feathers against my skin, not
stifling me and not letting the cold air in either. It was a Friday morning,
and the sky outside, behind my curtains was gray and dark. It couldn’t be more
than six in the morning.
“Hey, Love.” His deep and soothing
voice breathed against my ear as he wrapped his arm around my waist. I smiled
and hid it under one of the blankets. All of the blankets were tangled among us
in a comforting cocoon of bliss as we creaked our joints in an awakening ceremony.
I looked over at him, to my right, and sleepily replied with a soft hello. He
smiled and called me adorable and closed his coffee eyes while nuzzling into my
neck. “What time is it?”
Turning over to my left I flung my
arms across the bed and stretched them out while looks at the glaring red
numbers on my clock. Not able to keep them in focus, I shrugged and backed into
him so that we were in a spooning position. His warm arm pulled me closer and
he kissed the back of my neck, falling back to sleep.
Sighing in content, I listened to
the patter of rain as it hit the window and closed my eyes, imaging the future and
hoping all would be as peaceful as it was now.
The wind howled as the snow into the
room. The window wouldn’t shut all the way so the room was getting colder as
the night went on. Finally, in annoyance and exasperation, he got out of bed
and pulled the curtain open. He then proceeded to open and reclose the window
to try and get it to shut all the way to stop the snow from getting into the
room. I had told him that I would switch him spots, so that he wouldn’t have to
deal with it, but he said that he wouldn’t allow that.
With a final tug at the window, it
hit the wall and cracked. He stopped in shock and we both looked at it in
slight fear, afraid that the whole window would now shatter into a million pieces
and leave us running to sleep in the living room or bathroom. It stayed, though, and we breathed a sigh of
relief as he made his way back to the bed.
“What strong arms you have,” I said,
truly grateful for them.
“The better to hold you with,” He
smiled, pulling me against him under the blankets and kissing my nose. I
giggled and kissed his lips. “What soft lips you have,” he whispered as he
kissed me again.
“The better to pleasure you with,” I
whispered as I slid my hands down his stomach to thank him for fixing the
window.
“I hate apple pie,” I said as we sat
in bed thinking over what to get for Thanksgiving, “So you can get it as long
as you don’t expect me to eat any of it . . . And we get a pumpkin pie.”
“You are so picky,” He grumbled as
he jot down the rest of the grocery list. The smell of pumpkin spice was in the
room as the scented candle melted away into the night. We were supposed to have
a romantic evening, but had to scrap it once we realized that Thanksgiving was
a week away and hadn’t gone shopping for it yet. My nightgown, which I had
bought especially for that night was now covered by the blankets that I was
using for warmth in place of him.
He was running hot, so he wasn’t
under the covers at all, taking the warmth of his body away from mine. And as
he scratched his head, I knew that the evening was dead and laid back in bed,
waiting for him to toss aside his list and forget about what tonight had
originally been about. After watching him struggle to think of a few more food
items, he tossed the list onto the nightstand to his right and blew out the
candle.
I sighed, greatly disappointed as he
turned his back towards me. The smell of pumpkin spice filled the air and it
comforted me as I struggled to keep myself warm under the thin blankets and try
to hope that we could pick up our evening in the morning.
“Shit! Shit! I forgot! Shit! I am so
sorry!” He cried out as he pulled the covers off of me and hopped onto me.
“What? What did you forget?” I
asked, trying to sit up despite him holding my hips and neck down with his
hands.
“I forgot that we were supposed to
celebrate moving in together! How could you let me forget? I’m so sorry, babe,”
He smiled and kissed me. I smiled and kissed him back, glad that the night hadn’t
been ruined.
The heat in the room was stifling.
The air conditioner was broken and the blankets had been kicked and thrown off
the bed, as well as most of our clothes. It was too hot to even touch one
another, too hot to talk, and too late in the evening to even try and find a
solution to the draining heat. I laid in bed, sweating and feeling disgusted
with myself. I always felt disgusting in the heat and it didn’t help now,
especially when he kept saying how sexy I looked.
I didn’t believe it, how could I? My
hair was matted down in sweat, tangling together from my tossing it away from
my neck and into a bun repeatedly through the night. My skin was sweating and with sweat came dead
skin just peeling off once the sweat dried. And then there was the smell! Sweat
smells so bad.
“Babe, you look beautiful. And I
would show you how much I believe that—“
“No! Too hot,” I groaned out,
turning so that my back was too him. He laughed and stroked my back, causing my
back to twitch a bit because it is my weak spot. He stopped laughing suddenly
and left the bedroom, coming back with a tray of ice cubes.
“I think I have a way to cool you
down,” he whispered a bit mischievously as he ran an ice cube lightly across my
neck.
It was 3:15 am, and we were wrapped
in the covers during another spring shower. I giggled as he made some sort of
joke about how cute I was that he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have me.
I hugged him close to me as my head rested on his chest and kissed under his
chin.
“I love you,” I laughed. He said he
loved me too and asked what time it was. I shrugged and asked him if he had to
go to work in the morning. He shook his head and said that the only thing he
had planned for tomorrow was to marry me.
