Can I brush my teeth, she asks, and I say, of course, everything's where it usually is. I hand her a towel to wash her face and she smiles because she doesn't have to ask. I hear the faucet and get a glass of water.
She climbs in, feet cold, she rests them on me and I shiver. She laughs. Everyone will be warm in bed soon enough. I rest one arm under my head, another over her. I know I'll wake in pain, various numb muscles and strange feelings. This feeling, though, it's the strangest yet.
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