Picture it
It's cold outside.
You can hear the rain against the window, the wind blowing through the trees outside.
But none of it matters.
Because we're all cuddled up together, a tangled mess of limbs as we snuggle.
My face buried in your neck.
My hands in your hair, gently scratching the back of your head.
Just all warm and cosy, sleepily content in the bedsheets..














