A cold, cold winter's night

''All 's clear'', she says. ''You may come now''.

She hangs up 
warms up
 some chicken for him,
turns up the heating, 
lights up some candles.

Mid-winter
and bitterly cold outside.
Foggy, too. 
Dreamlike-foggy,
the kind of foggy you see 
in old thriller movies.

He arrives ten minutes later, 
his teeth chattering,
shivering from cold,
from having been woken up in the middle of the night
and from walking out in the freezing cold.

She crawls up in bed beside him.
''I'll warm you up in no time, baby...'', 
she promises.

And she does...