Comfort

Cold

It's so cold here.
There's nothing to hold onto... and all I want is to curl up in a warm place and feel cared about...
It's so cold...
I start to cry. This isn't right. Nothing's right anymore.
But... slowly... I feel a gentle warmth.
First it started out weak... but it grew until I felt a pair of warm hands touch me, take me in... caressing my face before taking my hands and lifting me up.
I see him! My sweet Alan. He's smiling.
"I'm glad I found you," He says, and I take note of how warm it feels to hear him speak to me.
"I'm glad you found me, too!" I say, tears spilling from my eyes as I reach out for him..!
He just holds me for a while. It's still cold but he's warm, and I'm with him now, so that's all that matters.

"Come on, let's go." He smiles as he takes my hands again. He promises a night in, by the fire, with blankets... promising to keep me safe and warm and cared for...

I squeeze his hands in return. I still feel so weak, and cold, and my chest hurts from being so upset...

He smiles.
"Come here."
And he takes me home, and warms me up.