The warmth of the winter

Frozen fingertips

Hours had past since he walked me to
My door step yet still the tingling sensation had not left my lips, I still wore the same clothes for the smell of the cafe still lingered on me sending waves of passion with every inhale. The smoke of my fireplace seemed to dance as it twirled around the room, wisps of grey spun like spider webs around the room and I couldn't have felt more at home. My mind refused to leave the thought of him, the idea of being with him sent fresh waves of excitement to my fingertips. My cheeks were still red from the cold, my fingers still felt ghostly as I moved my frozen joints. Though the fire warmed the room around me I still felt the cold that had seeped under my skin. Taking off my coat and gloves I began to dress into my pyjamas, my skin was raw and itching with cold and my feet were frozen to my shoes but I didn't care, I felt nothing but warmth.