>>49915192You, her, some hot cocoa, an old movie you've both already seen. The wind of a blizzard faintly rattling the trees outside. You'll have to shovel snow in the morning, but she makes it easier with a smile and a kettle of Irish breakfast tea. For now, the evening is a seemingly endless expanse, thanks to her head in your lap and the subtle ticking of a slow clock that hasn't kept time in years.
