Windows were covered by newspapers, underneath you was only the coziest of blankets you owned. The two of you made sure to pick only your most favorite blankets and pillows, to cover the van in a layer of fluff and cushion, before lying in the middle of all it.

You could hear the soft pitter patter of rain, just outside. You knew it was cold and wet out there, but in here… ahh, in here there was only warmth and comfort to be enveloped in.

He held you close, with a deep fondness of you, in his arms. You laid beside him, holding him in return. It was just the two of you, how you both would much rather have it.

He thought it was an excellent idea, that the two of you came up with. He couldn’t tell you how much he didn’t dread every morning getting up, since you and him started doing this. Every couple days of the week, to spend one or two nights alone, just in each others warm embrace, away from all the troubles, stresses and anxieties that the world would day by day, shove down your throat.

He sighed deeply, speaking in a soft and slow manner, there was no need to rush or hurry to get the words out—the two of you had the whole night to yourselves, “I’m so glad we do this, every- once or twice a week… but, honestly I think we should be doing this more often,” he exhaled softly, pulling you in just a little closer.