The heat was off again. It was cold enough to see her breath when she rolled over. David's side of the bed was chilly, so he'd been up for awhile. When her feet hit the icy floor, she shivered, ran to the closet and pulled out an oversized sweater she'd never worn. The color was horrible, the size enormous. It would, however, work just fine to cover her frozen limbs.
Without paying attention, she stuffed herself into the hideous woollen garment, not realizing until she was fully encased, that she'd done it wrong; her head was now stuck in a sleeve and her legs were neatly bound together. Too cold to care, she hobbled to the kitchen, poured a glass of water then waddled to the chair in the living room. Stretching the fabric down over her feet, she sighed as her body began to heat.
Then she tried to drink her water.
"David? Could you bring me a straw, please?" Her ears were muffled inside the sleeve, but she thought he'd answered from the den.
When the straw dropped into her glass, she turned her tube-face up to meet his eyes. "Thanks," she said over his uproarious laughter.
"You understand how totally ridiculous you look?"
She took a sip through the straw, then smiling happily, she said, "But oh, I'm so warm."
This was a very odd photo prompt from Magpie Tales this week. Now, I've pulled sweaters and other stretchy clothes over my feet--most women have because we get cold feet--but this? It's so funny, and goofy, I honestly didn't know what to write, until I noticed the straw...