The air is crisp, the windows are open slightly. Inside the small living room, is you and him. He is wearing that favorite hoodie you love, and you’re wearing those sweatpants from Rue 21. Leather hits your back, as you lie on the couch with the crisp air descending inside. He smiles at how cute you look laying on the couch curled up in a ball.
You’re cold, but he doesn’t need to know that. A loud slamming noise echos throughout the room, just as the crisp air can no longer be felt blowing through your hair. He takes off that favorite hoodie, and throws it at you.
“Put it on,” he says.
A confused look paints your face, while you struggle to get the over sized hoodie on your petite body. The smell of him fills your lungs; his aroma is like a smokey fire place and a forest of green trees.
“Thank you,” I smiled.
Sun beams dance around the room as the two of you lay quietly on the leather couch. The air is still crisp from the windows being open; chills run down your back. He spots you shivering, and wraps his arms around you. The warmth from him, fills you with delight; slowly you become very sleepy.
That hoodie you are wearing? Well it became part of you, it’s memories, the smell and the warmth. It’s all yours, including the person who gave it to you. Now, the both of you are fast asleep on that leather couch, just as the sun set over the house. Cuddled up warm was the sweatpants and the hoodie…