Every night is the same. You wait for it, unable to sleep, and tonight is no different.
The lamplight flickers and dims, its warm glow stuttering until the darkness takes over. The room is thrown into shadow, bringing with it the cold. The fine hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. You try not to shiver.
That’s when the covers move. You can’t see a thing, the darkness seeming oddly thick, but you can feel it. The blankets slide over your arms, encasing your shoulders and dragging all the way up to your chin. They stop there, warming your body, but your face is still cold. It gets even colder for just a second, a tiny patch of ice pressing itself to your forehead, but before you know it, it’s gone. The lamp flickers back into life and the room is normal once again.
“Goodnight to you too,” you whisper, and the lamp blinks once. You yawn contentedly and roll over with a small smile on your face.
It’s always easy to fall asleep after that - there’s just something so comforting about being tucked into bed by the one you love.