FF: Winter
Title: Winter
Author: Ellie
Rating: G
World Count: 328
Summary: Cuddy leaned back against the couch and took a deep swallow from her mug, letting the sound wash over her.
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It was bitterly cold, the Weather Channel announcing winter’s vengeful arrival, parrying with global warming via a wintry mix due to accumulate several inches of ice and snow across Princeton as the town slept. She wasn’t sure why they expected a mix instead of snow, as temperatures had hovered well below freezing for the past few days.
Shivering, she glared at her thermostat, certain that the house could not possibly be the same 68 degrees it always was during the winter. The gauge remained steady, so with a last sad tap at the protective covering, she slipped across the hardwood in wooly socks that seemed to do little to warm her feet. In the kitchen, the microwave beeped, announcing the warm arrival of hot chocolate.
Glancing out the window, she saw fat flakes of snow floating down, bright in the darkness. She turned away, wondering if she should pack a bag and head into the hospital now. Instead, she settled on the couch, pulling the chenille throw off the back and wrapping it around her legs. For a moment, she enjoyed the peace, the night sounds all muffled by the weather.
Then she opened her eyes in the dimly lit room, feeling chilled and alone despite the cocoa and chenille. The weather muted the atmosphere, but it was already quiet in here at night, only the noises she made herself to interrupt the silence. She’d hoped in the future there would be a cacophony of noise, a baby crying, loud children’s toys, Disney movies singing, teenage phone calls to gossiping friends.
Outside, the snow fell, piling up on the window ledge, blanketing the world in white nothingness. White noise filled the house, and after a moment she reached for the remote control. With a hum, the disused television glowed on, filling the room with prattle and canned laughter.
Cuddy leaned back against the couch and took a deep swallow from her mug, letting the sound wash over her.
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Author: Ellie
Rating: G
World Count: 328
Summary: Cuddy leaned back against the couch and took a deep swallow from her mug, letting the sound wash over her.
***
It was bitterly cold, the Weather Channel announcing winter’s vengeful arrival, parrying with global warming via a wintry mix due to accumulate several inches of ice and snow across Princeton as the town slept. She wasn’t sure why they expected a mix instead of snow, as temperatures had hovered well below freezing for the past few days.
Shivering, she glared at her thermostat, certain that the house could not possibly be the same 68 degrees it always was during the winter. The gauge remained steady, so with a last sad tap at the protective covering, she slipped across the hardwood in wooly socks that seemed to do little to warm her feet. In the kitchen, the microwave beeped, announcing the warm arrival of hot chocolate.
Glancing out the window, she saw fat flakes of snow floating down, bright in the darkness. She turned away, wondering if she should pack a bag and head into the hospital now. Instead, she settled on the couch, pulling the chenille throw off the back and wrapping it around her legs. For a moment, she enjoyed the peace, the night sounds all muffled by the weather.
Then she opened her eyes in the dimly lit room, feeling chilled and alone despite the cocoa and chenille. The weather muted the atmosphere, but it was already quiet in here at night, only the noises she made herself to interrupt the silence. She’d hoped in the future there would be a cacophony of noise, a baby crying, loud children’s toys, Disney movies singing, teenage phone calls to gossiping friends.
Outside, the snow fell, piling up on the window ledge, blanketing the world in white nothingness. White noise filled the house, and after a moment she reached for the remote control. With a hum, the disused television glowed on, filling the room with prattle and canned laughter.
Cuddy leaned back against the couch and took a deep swallow from her mug, letting the sound wash over her.
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