affable-lurking

So, stupidly early O’ clock, 7 am or something, I hear my mobile phone announce a new text message.

A finger poked through the side of the quilt is hastily withdrawn and inspected for frostbite. In my sleepy head I realise there are miles of cold mattress to cover before I reach the edge of the bed and can get the phone.

Doing my best to keep the pocket of warm air trapped around me as I squirm forward, I accidentally let a foot slip outside the quilt. This draws an involuntary “Fuck!” from my lips.
The edge of the bed draws near and a psych myself up to plunge my arm down to the floor to collect the phone.

**thrust**
**erk**
**grope**
**grab**
**withdraw**

Back in the warmth of the bed I punch in the magic runes to wake the ‘phone from its  slumber “C *”

The phone lights up.

“You have 1 new message”

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The temperature outside is below freezing.

Bloody computers. They never tell you anything you didn’t already know.

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