It's been really snowy where I am at the moment, so I decided to channel it and write this little drabble between essay writing.
"It looks like the snow is finally melting," Tom said, absorbing the heat from the radiator as he peered through the curtains out into the road.
"Good," Sybil said from her spot in bed. "I need to be able to get into work tomorrow morning."
"You know, it's not the end of the world if you can't get in," Tom said, moving across the room to join Sybil under the warm duvet.
"I know," Sybil said, "but I think I should get in if I can. People don't stop needing medical help just because it starts snowing."
"If it's too dangerous to drive, you're not going anywhere," Tom said sternly, giving Sybil a kiss on the shoulder.
"If it's too dangerous to drive, I could walk," Sybil said.
"That will take you almost two hours. And black ice treats pedestrians the same way that it treats cars," Tom said.
"The weather forecast says it's supposed to stay warm enough that the snow will melt, but it won't then freeze," Sybil told Tom.
"Is it worth the risk though?"
"To save other people's lives, yes," Sybil said with a sideways smile towards Tom.
It was these sorts of small acts of selflessness that made Tom fall in love with Sybil in the first place.
"And anyway, if I can't drive and I can't walk, and the public transport is all cancelled, I could always ask your brother to give me a lift in his four by four," Sybil added.
"Or you could just stay here," Tom said, wrapping his arms around Sybil's torso and nuzzling into her neck. "I can think of a few ways to fill the day."
"Oh really?" Sybil said.
"Mmhmm," Tom hummed into Sybil's neck, sending shivers shooting down her spine.
"I appreciate the offer, but I think you're going to have to assume that I'm going in tomorrow, no matter what," Sybil said.
"You're too good for me," Tom said.
"I'm not arguing," Sybil said with a laugh as she let Tom take her. She would have to work tomorrow, but for now, she could be at one with her husband.