I am really in no frame of mind to be writing right now.  Though, in a sober state I have no desire to put anything down.  With that disclaimer out of the way, and an overuse of the backspace key, I really hated her cold feet.

On a night like tonight, it was typical for the thermometer to sink to -20 degrees Centigrade.  And on nights like tonight, her small feet would send chills up my spine when her feet sought some warmth  on the back of my legs.

And today, I would give anything to feel the warmth that those chilly small feet gave me.

Later,

Deaner....