It was early in the morning. The moon still hung pale in the
gray sky even as the thin, rose-colored rim of the dawn began to spread in the
east. The world was metallic and cold. My feet felt wooden as I walked, and my
fingers ached as I fished my keys out of my pocket. Then I opened the door, and
descended the stairs into the warm apartment below.
Under the weight of the blankets her feet slid across
to find mine. She gave to me of her warmth, and took of me my cold. The transaction spoke to me of love...true-hearted, pure and simple.
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