Cozy

Warm. Cozy. The feeling of warm, strong arms holding on. Someone nuzzling into each other, lazily. Almost slowly pulling blankets up, yawning, stretching. Morning. No alarm clock screaming away, no shrill tones piercing the air. Simply just breathing, the whole room breathing peace. Sleepily, like a cat in the sun, cuddling up. Hair muzzled up. Fingers tangling up. Toes getting caught in stray threads in soft linen. A snore. A giggle. And what did it matter? To everyone else? Nothing. To them? Everything. This was the epitome of their relationship. Warm. Cozy. And sometimes, sometimes warm and cozy was enough.

The Splendour

Music was blaring from the speakers, and she had a feeling that she didn't care. She simply did not care about anything right now. The world had lost its colour and splendour, the blossoms had died and the snow kept falling. Thick, heavy flakes of white fluff. They covered the ground and the trees and left the whole world quiet and frozen to where it was. It just felt like everything had went to sleep, strongly intending not to wake up ever again.
A kiss from a beloved in the darkness. Perhaps this winter thing wasn't so bad after all.