by Rolf The sounds that were tickling the edge of consciousness come more into focus as sleep slowly creeps away.
The crisp air from the barely opened window tickles my nose and I
snuggle deeper under the covers. I’m slightly
shocked as his arm curls around and pulls me close, a crushing hug against a
very warm body. Has he been watching me
long? Is he thinking the same thing that
I am? It’s Christmas morning and I have
no reason to get out of bed right now. You, Flynn, are better than any Christmas present a person could
receive. Merry Christmas.