i woke up this morning dangling off the edge of the queen-sized bed. only half covered in blankets. but surprisingly warm. when did we put a heater in bed with us i wondered. and not just any heater. a soft, mushy, most delicious smelling heater.
i looked over at matthew to find that he also had been gifted his own personal heater in the night. perhaps not as mushy and gushy but a bit longer for sure. fair enough.
i thought i might wiggle back in and drift off to sleep.
but then those silly heaters started rolling around and giggling.