Silent Night

Friday again! They just keep coming. Time for another Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s photo is courtesy of Dale Rogerson. Enjoy!

Copyright: Dale Rogerson

Silent Night

Their bed was cold when he woke, blearily looking at the clock. 4:08 A.M.

His wife was sitting bundled in a blanket in front of the patio door, gazing out at the snow. A mug of tea sat on the floor beside her, still faintly steaming. He came up and sat behind her. She leaned back so she was nestled between his legs and against his chest.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he murmured.

“I just wanted to watch the snow,” she whispered. “It’s beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful.”

She smiled softly and nestled further into him, and they stayed that way until dawn.

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