Couple Notes for this chapter:
- NSFW
- I've included the song that's mentioned in the chapter.
- Thanks for reading!
****Pamela****
The rays of the
rising sun peeked through the blinds, filling the room with slivers of warm light.
One was particularly relentless in its attempts to wake me up, honing in on my
closed eyelids, warming them and tempting me to open them up to see the golden,
happy hue it cast throughout the room. They were deceiving though, hinting at a
warmth that didn’t exist if I ventured out from under the covers and I declared
my defiance by pulling the covers over my head and turning my back on the
determined ray.
But its absence
brought back the cold that I wanted to escape and I snuggled closer to the
middle of the bed, reaching my arm and leg over for the heat that usually
radiated from Trev’s body. Usually. . .But that morning the coldness of the
sheets seeped into my skin and jostled me further from sleep, pushing away any
remaining grogginess, and brought to my mind the still blurry image of Trev
kissing my cheek as he got out of bed. It was enough to make me finally give in
and fling the covers back, sighing as I swung my legs over the side of the bed
and shivering as my bare feet touched the freezing wood floor.
“I hate
winter.” I mumbled to myself as I walked across the room to the dresser. It was
mostly true. The beauty of a freshly fallen snow could make me smile, but
eventually its beauty always faded and only gray slush, bare trees, and freezing
temperatures remained. Along with cold
wooden floors. . .the thought made me shiver again and I quickened my
effort to find something warm to wear.
The cold that
remained in my bones as I left the bedroom made me sneak a quick glance at the thermostat;
one moment wishing that it wasn’t working so I could blame it for my inability
to get warm and then the next relieved that it was so I could turn it up a
couple degrees. It was one subject that we hadn’t agreed on and I had little
hope we ever would: What temperature the apartment should be.
We were polar
opposites; he always warm, me always cold, and no matter how much I protested,
the first couple of nights he insisted that the temperature stay where I liked
it. The tossing and turning throughout the first nights and sweaty sheets in
the mornings were the last straw though, and on the third night I snuck back
into the hallway when Trev got ready for bed and turned the temperature back
down.
