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An Ode to

Ode to my bed, when I fall you can catch me at my worst. In all your glory you hold me up, like lying in a depth of darkness you sink me into nothingness. The Meadow of the spring sunshine, the fragrance of comfort around me. You protect me from all the worries, slow me down with no hurry. A soldier of no measure standing for me in a time of vulnerability. Waking up like being pulled through tough snowstorms, Shocking shivers of startling starts.

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A Special Night

The air was crisp and winter had come fast. Late December was one of the coldest days of the year, but nothing beat sitting next to a warm fire watching the snowflakes dance from the heavens. The scent of cinnamon and apples filled the cabin, and the smell of freshly chopped trees flooded my senses. "Mi amor, how is the cider going?" I called out to my boyfriend.

"Perfect takes time my love." I could hear back from the kitchen, the sound of a smug smile on his face. Pulling the quilt my mother had made for us our first Christmas together up to my chin, I could still smell the scent of papa's tamales on the warm cloth. This would be the first year without him and it broke my heart knowing my mother was alone, but tonight was special. Four years together and I could never lose the nervous tingle I felt when I heard him call me his love. Before I noticed he was sitting next to me with a tray of cider and bunuelos that smelt like home. "Now what has you spacing out?"

I shrugged, the flannel nightgown that sat gently on my shoulder sliding down. "Nothing, I guess I'm just happy." His smile widened showing his adorable dimples. Grasping my hand he pulled it up to his mouth and kissed it. My face felt warm and the only noise that I could fathom was a giggle that made me feel like a schoolgirl.

"Then I guess I'm happy that you are happy." He said as he plucked one of the cups from the tray he had prepared. The cinnamon stick sitting in his glass mug fell to his lips. Of course, he had to add real cinnamon sticks to the cider, it was the same reason soft music played from an old record player by the couch and why we were in a secluded log cabin instead of our run-down apartment. This night was ours and my love knew how to make a girl feel special, like that one star in the sky that shines a little brighter.

Grasping out for the other mug I set to put it to my lips when an object resting on the edge caught my eye. A ring was slid on the cinnamon stick as it would go on a finger. My breath felt like it was stuck in my chest just begging to make a noise. When shock started to wear out, "I-I-I," I looked up from the ring into his waiting eyes. It took everything in me to not start crying. "Yes!"

That breath that was caught finally made its way out, and what seemed like his own breath reached the surface. My hands instantly reached for his neck pulling him in, his hands clasped my waist, and our happiness overtook the moment. Our lips connected with sparks that could only match the fire that was lighting the room. The night was perfect, and I wish it would have never ended.