i feel the chill rolling in.

i want to feel your feet,
pressed against mine in the dead of winter.
crossed and intertwined.
in this tiny little room,
on my mattress on the floor.
and i'll feel you breathing,
against my chest through the night.
your body's the only heater i need come december.

i'm praying for a good holiday season.
i know it's early,
but,
i mean,
it's the best time of the year.
never too early for preparations.