Those Cold Nights

Shifting slightly, I settle my weight more comfortably into the covers. Something woke me, but I'm a light sleeper, so it could've been any thing. I stop and listen to Michael's breathing behind me, the slow and steady candence of deep sleep. Wiggling closer, I settle against him and he shifts, wrapping a strong arm around my shoulders and sighing in his sleep. It's warm here under the sheets. A slight breeze blows through the open window, blowing across my skin, keeping the room outside of my cotton barriers chilled how Mike likes it.

Suddenly I hear a small click as the door opens, Michael's arm with draws from around me and I sit up quickly to see him sit on the edge of the bed.

"What was that?" I'm a little panicked, sounds in the night always get me a little startled and I can feel my heart beating a little faster than usual.

"What do you mean, hun." Mike looked over his shoulder at me, a quizzical expression across his features.

"The door, why did it open? Was it the cat?"

"Oh, sorry baby. I didn't mean to wake you. I had to get some water from down stairs."