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Frost grew over the windows even as the duvet kept me warm. I watched the ice crystals grow for a while, allowing my brain to be empty, content seems not to exist. The morning would bring the beauty of the ice for sure, that crunch under the boot and the bold greeting cold air brings. Yet between now and watching my breaths rise as new white-puffed clouds there will be a very cold night. The kind that only stops at the doors of the well-made houses, unfortunately, this is not a well-made house.

A should cold night gives us ever more reason to draw closer to our spouse, to feel the natural warmth we are born to give but I am not where near the reality of this with Dickiehead. 

Waking up, and it seems like I feel dead to myself. My body goes frost and I feel like I needed some heater or got a bath for the morning. I managed to tidy my bedside and went into the