We left a window open last night and woke up with the house icy cold. Shawn brought me another blanket but it was too late. I was already awake. When I was young I could always go back to sleep for more rest after waking up. Now that's impossible. I wake up and I get up.

I went outside to shovel the driveway, completely buried in snow and ice. Goddamn October. Cold fresh air on my face. I wore Shawn's coat instead of my own. I cannot seem to take a step without his arms around me. He's gone out again, to buy coffee and muffins. When did we become the kind of people who buy coffee out instead of making it ourselves? Our fridge, with its stupid fancy pullout drawers and self-aware ice-maker has nothing in it.

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