The Cold…

The Cold…

I can see my breath when I’m outside. I can feel the cold tugging at my body, the air ruthless as it swirls around me.

Cars and buses go by and I am walking. People zip their coats and rub their hands, adjust their hats and scarves, walking past me, in a hurry to reach their destination.

I need to get home. It’s so cold. I can’t think straight it’s so cold. If my complexion was lighter I would probably be blue.

Home.

I can’t help but smile as I think of home. First things first, I will have a hot cup of tea. Or chocolate. Or coffee? No. I hate coffee. Anything hot. Soup?

YES.

Soup is the answer. With buttered toast. Mmm. That should rid my body of the bitter cold. This cold I can’t handle.

I’m finally home. I fumble with stiff fingers and open the door. The scent of cooked food hits me, the blast of warmth embraces me like an old friend.

I know it wasn’t me who cooked or put on the heating. It must be…

My heart races as I close the door and run upstairs to him, in the kitchen. He opens his arms and I fall into them, whispering how much I missed him.

He replies in a soft murmur that the food isn’t ready yet. I smile and reply we need to kill our time.

His dark eyes sparkle like black ice cubes as he lowers his mouth to mine in a soft kiss, and I lead him out of the kitchen, up more stairs… Into the bedroom.

I wonder why I was so worried about the cold. Right now? Now?

It’s THE HEAT that’s going to kill me.

Makala Thomas (MV, Miss Kelz)

Twitter @MissKelz90

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