We were intertwined, the red yarn bleeding from our fingers, the cold night chilling us. The blanket had protected us from all of this. Winter had come early. And we were prepared.
The TV was playing the old Christmas classics it had sung every year. Rows of gingerbread devoured. Heating awakening in the home, droning in our ears. It was time to sleep. It was time to wait till Christmas…
"Sonic?"
"Hm?"
"Can you come closer? I'm a little cold."
I did, and I purred underneath the covers.
I realized Shadow was warm enough this evening.
I wasn't cold anymore.