Fiction: Winter

September 17, 2008
Deepti Lamba

She snuggled down in the warm cocoon the quilt made. It was cold and her feet felt as if blocks of ice held her lower limbs hostage. She rubbed her feet against each other but little good did it do. A cramp threatened her calves. Winters!! She loved the season but hated what it did to her during the freezing nights.

She lay back and wondered if she'd be able to sleep. It was bloody one in the night and she had to get up at seven. Bloody hell, another sleep deprived night.

Gentle snores from her left side made her roll her eyes. He was one of those lucky ones who fell asleep the minute their heads hit the pillow. The snores became louder and she got a little more exasperated. The train had arrived and snores bellowed its announcement.

Snores and cold feet- nice combination to help while away another night. She lay back and looked at the ceiling. The cold room made her ears hurt. She could feel them turning red.

The temperature must have dropped below zero she was sure. Her calf muscles tightened- bloody cramp. She sat up and rubbed her legs vigorously to get the circulation working and lay back.

The quilt became cold and she froze. His snores began to sound like an entire orchestra playing in their bed. She kicked him hard against his shins like she had the night before.

"Whaaat?" he woke up, sat up and wildly stared around the room.

She feigned sleep.

"What?" he asked again.

She smiled in the dark. He rubbed his eyes and looked around again.

He was awake just like her. Good.

He turned and looked at her outline and switched on the nearby lamp.

"Did you say something?" he asked

She blinked; her eyes took time to get used to the bright orange glare.

"Why did you wake me up?" she pulled the quilt till her chin.

He trembled a little and the hair on his arms stood up. Goose bumps. Who told him to sleep bare chest?

"I didn't mean to wake you up. I don't know why I woke up." He looked lost.

"Well, now that you are awake could you do me a favour?" She asked him

"Hmm?" he reached over towards the night stand where he had left a T-shirt and pulled it on.

In the light he looked like a school boy with his tumbled hair and sleepy eyes.

His voice had a drowsy timber and his whimsical smile made her heart melt.

"Could you rub my legs for me? I have a cramp." She asked

"Oh! You poor baby." He reached under the quilt and rubbed her legs.

She drifted off to sleep. Soft snores whooshed next to him. He lay back; pulled the quilt up and thought- What now?

Deepti Lamba is a writer, an editor for Desicritics. She can be found at Things That Bang
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