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.