I hear the gas furnace kick on and feel the warm air brush past my face. It's a comforting feeling. I burrow a little deeper into my blanket, refusing to step onto the cold floor until my bladder makes it absolutely necessary.

I did the same thing as a child. Mornings were sometimes cold up north, even in the summer. Some things never change whether you are 10 or 60. That, too, is a comfort.
© Jodie S. Frink