I opened her door...

...just enough to see if she was awake.




She looks at me, but doesn't respond.  I go closer and reach out to wrap her blankets around her feet.




Are you OK, I ask?




I'm cold, she says...




...but I know the cold she is talking about will not be eased away by another layer of blankets.




I lift her comforter and gently slide into bed next to her, spooning my legs around hers.  We lie there together quietly and then she chuckles.



The sound of her being happy makes me smile.



...and I know she is finally warm.