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CHRISTMAS WISH

it starts, we are in front of a fire, on the sofa. a blanket is wrapped around us, and our mugs of hot cocoa are piled high with marshmallows. through the window we can see the snow falling, soft, white flakes. the only light in the cabin is the orange glow of the fire, casting dancing shadows, silent protecters and guardians. the warmth washes over us, the smell of the wood intoxicating, oak, pine, redwood, cedar...the next thing you know, you wake up, my arms are around you, the fire has burned low to almost nothing. you can see through the darkness the empty mugs resting on the wooden floor. and i am sleeping soundly, breathing silently. i look like an animal in repose. you brush my hair out of my face, and kiss my forhead. then close your eyes again, and fall back to sleep.