My eyes popped open as the alarm screeched, hammering my brain. Noooooo! I thought.
I peeled back the covers and promptly pulled them back over myself again. It was FREEZING. I snuggled back in, pretending I hadn’t heard the clock. I tried to go back to sleep but guilt kept my mind from such joy.
“Are we getting up?” my husband asked, after a few minutes.
“I don’t want to,” I replied.
“Come on. It won’t be so bad,” he promised. “Count of three? 1…2…3…”
We threw off the covers and bravely jumped out of bed. I began hopping from foot to foot, as the cool tiles stuck to my soles. I frantically tugged off my pyjamas and put on my active wear, ready for our daily morning walk. I considered my usual cap and opted for a beanie instead.
We opened the front door and the icy chill hit. It was straight from the antarctic. Although the sky was still dark, the moon reflected on the sparkling, shimmering frost that coated the blades of our front lawn. There was no going back now. We crunched through the ice leaving green impressions of our shoes behind us.
As we hit the footpath, I was so grateful I had chosen the beanie. We breathed out and steamy clouds escaped our mouths. It was at least 0 oC or below and perfectly crisp.
“First frost for the year,” my husband observed.
“Mmmm, hmmmm.” I answered, unable to unclench my teeth long enough for a more eloquent response.
I shivered as we walked along in the foggy early morning. My fingers numb, my nose running and my limbs stiff from the shock of the cold. Our footfall echoed in the still air. Each step, an effort.
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Twenty minutes later we arrived back at our house, green footprints still visible and guiding the way. As I opened the door, I felt enormous relief that it was over.
We made ourselves coffee and porridge for breakfast. The warmth from the coffee thawed my frozen digits as I cupped my mug. The oats seemed to radiate from my belly, heating my core. I began to feel human again.
As I looked over at my husband, content, I said, “The first frost is always the worst.
He grinned and replied, “Sure is. Same time tomorrow?”
By Sarah ©2017
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Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: radiate