Short Story

Resting in Peace…

As she lay down in bed, she pulled her comforter up to her neck. The freezing cold always was the worst part about living where she did.
But somehow she always managed to find peace in the cold like nothing else. She never did understand why she could while most rather shrugged away from it.
To her, the cold was an embrace that surrounded her, filled her, and left her feeling better.
But today, the cold seemed like a foreigner. Her body seemed to be rejecting it automatically. Her body shuddered of its own accord. She seemed to have no control.
She pulled the comforter tighter around her, hoping for mercy.
A warm hand snaked around her waist. Her body reacted instinctively, moving back, closer to the source of heat that seemed to be emanating from behind her. Before she could turn around, warm lips touched her neck, bringing her back to normal temperature.
“Finally” she whimpered. “Don’t worry darling, I’m here now, you’ll be warm soon.” Ned whispered from behind her. She shimmied up next to him to find the perfect place where she fit right into his arms.
Ned, Ned was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Her husband was her pillar of support, her system and her very soul. He had been there for her throughout the last 15 years they had been married for. He always understood her and knew what she was thinking even before she would say it.
She had never thought that she would be this happy in life, but today, she believed that where Ned was, her happiness would be…
His warm body, right behind her, she fell asleep soon, dreaming of the rest of her life with him…

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