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The rain is falling steadily, and I hear the pitter-patter as it taps against the window. The light from the street lamps glows softly on the glass, highlighting every drop of rain outside. I’d feel the cold if it weren’t for the blanket around my shoulders, and the warmth leaning against my side.
I glance down to my left, and see her gentle form, snuggled close, head leaning against me. My arm is around her shoulder, keeping the blanket wrapped around us. I feel her heartbeat, its rhythm matching the rain's soft beat. I lean my head against hers, holding it there for a few seconds. I smell her familiar shampoo, and feel the softness of her hair on my face, until I lift my head again to watch the rain.
I lift my mug of tea to my lips, and the steam on my face tells how hot the cup is. I gently sip, tasting the subtle flavors of the black tea. I like tea without sugar so that I can taste more of the comforting notes of the tea. This cup is no exception, giving plenty of those comforting, almost nostalgic tastes.
I can hear her starting to snore gently. Between her warmth, and the warmth of my tea, and the rhythm of her breathing, and the tapping of the rain, I start to feel drowsy myself. I take another sip of the tea before setting the mug down on the coffee table. I lean my head against hers again, and let out a gentle, contented sigh, before drifting off into sleep myself. It’s a comfy evening, to be sure.