Feels like home

When I emerged from underneath the covers, I shivered.

As I tiptoed down the hall, my bare feet curled in protest against the cold hardwood.

In the almost-dawn light, I powered up my laptop to see just what my Weatherbug had to tell me about the day.

It was only 49 degrees outside at the time, with a high in the low 70s for later in the day.

I smiled contentedly, shut the screen, and crawled back in bed with Seth curled up against my side.