Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Ho Ho Ho

The sun had been up for about an hour. Light filtered through the window beside her desk. Her fingers flew over the keyboard, making a mad dash to finish the last paragraphs of Chapter 7.

She heard him stirring behind her. Time was limited. Her fingers moved faster.

Don't turn around. You know his eyes are open and he's staring at you...just waiting for you to make eye contact. Don't...turn...around.

There. The last sentence. Her fingers stilled; her shoulders fell. She pressed 'Save' and closed the file.

His senses were honed to perfection. Although he couldn't see her screen from his position snuggled beneath the covers, his song filled the room at the exact moment the file disappeared.

"Frosty the snowman..."

She turned, laughing. "Frosty the snowman?"

"Was a very happy soul..."

"Hello? It's only October. Pumpkin time. Scarecrows. Not snowmen."

"Hmmph." He burrowed deep, his sleep-touseled curls the only part peeking over the top of the quilt. From the bed's depths she heard, "It's too cold for pumpkins. Maybe even too cold for snowmen."

With a raised eyebrow she reached for her coffee mug. Drained the final inch of liquid. Grimaced. Blech. Ice cold.

The chair twirled as she leapt up and dashed across the room. With a laugh she jumped on the bed, pulling the edge of the quilt up and diving beneath.

Two off-key voices, filled with laughter.

"With a corn-cob pipe and a button nose..."


Dru said...

aaawwwww...that is just so cute. I just love you guys.

Unknown said...

It was cold here this morning too!

You two are so romantic!!

Melissa McClone said...

Very sweet!