November Challenge Day 28 | #nanowrimo

When he returned from the kitchen with the mugs of hot tea, he found her stretched out on the chaise end of the sectional sofa. She was wrapped in the blanket like a burrito, her pink-socked feet sticking out of the bottom like penguin flippers. He set the mugs on the coffee table and carefully sat down on the sofa beside her. She appeared to be sound asleep. Ever so gently, he stroked her hair back from her forehead, the skin of which was still cool from her misadventure outside in the snow.