𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 ° 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 & 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴

warmth

I poke my boyfriend in the face:
"wha" tom says in confusion
"i'm cold, so let's cuddle"
"baby the blankets are right there" damn that morning voice might make me act up

"it's to hot for blankets"
"ok than no blankets, night" he says turning around to sleep

"but to cold for no blanket" i whine
he turns to face me, open his arms, and push me in.
"night, princess"
"night night"