A Snowy Slumber, Part 2

I never noticed just how comfy Amanda's bed was before. Resting in it was like laying my body adrift at sea, a weightless sensation's embrace, so that instead of feeling the usual sinking feeling of sagging into the mattress… it was more like I was being hugged and comforted all the way to a gentle night's sleep. 

Yeah, I think I vastly prefer her bedroom to mine. Was that her plan? First the shower, now the bed, culinary skills on par with Ash's… it's like she's giving me all the reasons I need to justify staying with her forever.

Then there was this. 

Her arms wrapped around my right, as I stared unblinking upright toward the blank white canvas of the ceiling. I could feel her legs sandwiching between one of mine. An entire side of the bed belonging to her, and yet here she was pervading and invading every inch of mine.