Winter is one of your favorite seasons. It definitely isn’t because of the snow. You hate having to constantly uncover the white flakes of frozen water from your car and pray that the doors aren’t frozen shut. Winter is your favorite season because of the moment you currently find yourself in with your husband.

The dim light of the television was the only thing illuminating your shared bedroom. The chatter of the movie was quiet.

“The movie wasn’t any good.” He is against your side with an arm wrapped snugly just under your chest. His head rests on your shoulder.