You feel heavy. Opening your eyes slowly to find that you’re in the arms of your lover. He’s carrying you…leaving your house? His muscles are flexed through his hoodie as he held you close. He holds you in a way that suggests he’s trying not to wake you.

The cold had a slight sting but it looks like hes wrapped you loosely in your blanket with your favorite stuffed animal too. The one you couldnt sleep without. You texted him hours ago saying goodnight—this isnt normal.

This is something else