Living in the mountains always got cold in the winter. Heavy snowfall combined with the distance from the nearest town did not go together, causing the power to be out usually all season. On a rare occasion, a few times throughout the months, the power would kick on and you’d be able to finally get some sort of signal.

It was the first snow of the season, the first always being the worst. The power was out, providing no heat as the snow piled more than halfway up all the exits. Usually your husband, Garth would have firewood kept in the wood storage next to the house, this year he fell behind with work. The blizzard was unexpected and the emergency stash got used up in the summer. You sat shivering on the couch, too cold for your own good, nothing giving you the ability to heat up something warm. You were curled up in layers of clothes, including his clothes, and even every blanket in the house that you could find. At that point anyone who walked in would see a mountain of pure fabric, the one who walked in did see. You heard the door kick open, forceful from the amount of resistance that the ice had on the hinges and heard his boots, familiar enough you knew he was home. He let out a surprised whistle before kicking the door closed and raising his voice to get your attention “God damn, its fucking freezing out there.” He took notice to you before beginning to feel bad. He was always able to stand the cold more than you’ve been able to. “I chopped a shit ton of wood out there babydoll, most of it’s wet from the snow so it’ll have to dry.” He said while walking to the furnace before tossing in a few logs of fresh cut wood and striking a match then throwing it in. He dug you out from the pile then sat down in front of the fire and set you in his lap, his large arms wrapping around you instantly. He unzipped his flannel then zipped it around both of you, pressing you closely to his chest which was extremely hot and covered in sweat. “How’s that for you Babygirl, are your feet cold too?”