you’re both smiling and sprinting as you brace the cold in your thin layers-your silk nightgown, his black drawstring pants. you both rush to the gravel parking pad.

in a matter of minutes, you’ve made a comfy, cozy bed in the back of the ford truck. sharing the oversized dark purple sleeping bag, donnelly zips up the sides towards our necks. you nuzzle farther under the bag, greedy for our collective body heat. your nose stays hidden, my eyes peeking out into the cold.