The King size down comforter is the only thing she can think of as she walks the last freezing few blocks to the loft. The entire day has been nothing but wind, rain, cold and thoughts of tucking back into bed and folding herself up in their comforter. She laughs now thinking back to the day they purchased the overpriced, over stuffed, over the top luxurious comforter. She had been against spending so much money on something seemingly as frivolous as a down comforter, however, as is often the case the writer won out in the end. Thank God, as she can't even begin to describe the total cocooning experience of being wrapped up in the warmth of the lovely, lovely down comforter.
Coming into the loft she sees that her writer has arrived first and is already wrapped up on the couch in their comforter. Boots off and padding to the bedroom to change she notices that there is still a comforter on their bed. Smiling as she changes into his sweats and a t-shirt, she surmises that her writer must have been reading her mind and decided to purchase another comforter just for snuggling in.
Coming out of the bedroom, she slips under the comforter with her fiancé and smiles as she softly kisses his lips. They stay tucked in under the comforter silently relishing its warmth and the feeling of being close. Before long she feels her entire body warm up, light up as his hands begin to wander under the comforter. Sighing softly she leans over and kisses the jaw of her writer, recognizing that he is the best comforter of them all.