Dusting

It was comfortable. So comfortable. Beyond comfortable.

Warm and cozy. Soft and delicate. The blanket was her shell. It kept her safe from the air drifting in from under the windowsill.

She watched, as the world seemed to move in slow motion outside. It was hard for her to see anything. It was lost in the blur that was the wind, swirling.

She smiled, as the scent of chocolate wafted its way from the cup in her lap to her nose, guided by the curves of the blanket.

As the world disappeared in the snow outside, what could be a better companion that a cup of cocoa.