There is something really extra nice about sleeping and cuddling in bed when the nights are icy cold and all you wanna do is bury yourself, mole-like, into vast layers of warm and comforting comforters! You know to set foot outside the bed would be to strip away every layer of peace you've created and so you dig in even deeper, till even your icy cold nose begins to thaw.
I like to pull the blankies all the way over my head and create a snug, vaguely Jo-scented, cavern of warmth. Feet, bedecked in socks, keep the blanket secure and folded over so nothing as sinful as fresh, cold air can get in!
As the minutes go by my little cave gets warmer and warmer. I know it's cold out there and that the world is a big and scary place, but for just a short while I am cozy and happy and very, very, contented with life as I slowly drowse and prepare to go to Dreamland.
And it's right about then that I need to go to the bathroom!
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