Just a taste of what's keeping me busy and making my mind warp slightly each and everyday.....


I laid in bed, feeling the cold draft on my back for the first time ever in that room, and I knew I would soon get used to that feeling. He always laid behind me, his warm body blocking the small of my back from that draft. He complained about it often, mutter before sleep took over that he should probably fix that draft someday, either cock the thing properly or talk to the landlord about getting new windows in our apartment. I could feel the cold slowly replace the stress I had in my body, causing me to shiver and shake. I turned my face into the pillow and let the shivers work over my body, shaking me until the tears started to flow from my eyes and my body rocked with its attempts to keep my crying quiet. He was silent on the sofa, and I knew he was not sleeping either. We were at a standstill, our bodies aching for each other but our minds knowing better – much, much better – than our hearts.