The rain showered outside a cold winter day. Everything was
frozen stiff; even the trees were frozen. She stared out of the window,
watching the rain, waiting and waiting. It’s so cold and she shivered
involuntarily, hugging her sweater close to her. The fireplace cackled, she
turned and saw the fire dying down. Instead of throwing more logs into it, she
turned towards the room.
Stepping into the bathroom naked, she felt the icy chill shot
up her spine like someone injected a needle straight into her bones. She ran
into the shower and turned it on. She waited as the initial cold of the water
flowed before warm water started to come out. She turned the level to maximum.
The first wave of scorching water was welcoming as it hit her back. She felt
the pleasant feeling of her body relaxing, accepting the warmth. The shower
filled with mist as she bathed. But she was still cold, her heart cold. She’s
still waiting, missing that someone that will fill her.
Drying her hair, she walked into the empty living room in her
warmest cashmere sweater and wool scarf. More logs were thrown into the
fireplace and she warmed the dinner in the microwave. She sat quietly in front
of the fireplace, staring at the fiery flames as it licks up the log in its
fire. Waiting.
A flash of lights through her window and she looks up
expectedly. She listens as footsteps approach her front door. The light rap at
her door made her smiled and she went to open it. He stood there with a big
smile and she buried herself in his embrace. Warmth spreads to her cold heart
and she is filled.
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