Waking the next morning, I groan. Today is Thanksgiving. Looking at my phone to see the time, 6:15 am. Anything after 5:45 am is a win, but it is still early. I let out a huge sigh and get out of bed. I dress warmer than yesterday morning. Despite what I told Holt, which was the truth. I had been cold & then I wasn’t, which I didn’t notice until he had asked me, “Are you not cold?”
I shook my head, as I pulled my hoodie over my head. I put on my thrift store UGGs & some fingerless mittens. Grabbing my phone and heading to the kitchen for coffee. But when I got to the dining room, I seen Elyria and Isolde sitting on the back porch. Their breath visible in the little misty clouds.
I stepped outside, tugging the strings on the hood of the hoodie tighter around my head to block out the cold.
