My husband came back to bed and did that spooning thing.
In a heartbeat, my world shrank down to the few square inches where his bathrobe––all soft and warm––brushed against my back, and where his arm was flung across my shoulder. Everything went quiet. Like the middle of winter when there's six inches of snow on the ground, and it's still coming down in wet fat flakes, and you cannot believe how quiet the city is.
Wouldn't it be outstanding to transport myself to this tiny silent universe at the flip of a switch? I can't. However, when I find myself there, I can say thank you.