On a cold and stormy winter night, you pace back and forth in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to whistle at you to let you know that it is ready for the brewing of a nice warm mug of hot chocolate. Even the marshmellows call out in glee, happily noting your attention. Distracting you every so often are strong winds driving past the house at an amazing speed, carrying with it millions upon millions of snowflakes. You thankfully pray aloud how fortunate you are to be inside of a warm snuggle house, fireplace lit, and soon to be wrapped back up in a nice warm blanket in front of candlelight reading your favorite book and sipping hot chocolate with bouys of sugar floating at the top, slowly melting away. ssskkkkkkrrrRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is your calling. You slowly pour the hot water in your mug, reaching simultaneously for a spoon. Tearing open the single package of cocoa, you dump in its contents into your mug, inevitably spilling some on the stove. Without much concern, you overlook this mess for the time being and capture several miniature white marshmellows and toss them inside of your mug as well, and then begin to stir the concauction together. After doing so, you sprint into a medium run-walk, shuffling your feet along the floor, while carrying your prized trophy, hoping none spills on the floor. Placing your mug on the table, you reach for your book and slowly open it to where you left off before you went out into the kitchen for your voyage. Chapter 9, page 187...... You begin reading this wonderful novel with the candlelight surrounding this shrine allowing safe passage for your eyes.

"RAP RAP RAP!!!!"

"What on earth!!" You cry out, nearly scared out of your mind. "Who could be coming this late at night???" Slowly, you creep up from your seat, cautiously peering through the window to catch a glimpse of this possible intruder. Because of the night sky and the bad weather however, you can see nothing. Fear suddenly grips your mind and soul, hoping that the worst has hovered over someone else's home.

"RAP RAP RAP RAP RAP RAP RAP!!!!!!"

"Who.... who is it?"

"Is Anyone Here!!!" "RAP RAP RAP RAP RAP!!!!" "HELLO?"

You quickly notice his voice!!!! It is him!!!! Your secret crush! "JUST A SEC O.K???" The excitement overwhelms you! Has he finally come to......???

Opening up the door, you invite him in. You can't help but to slightly chuckle at him. Covered in snow in practically all places, he asks if he can use the bathroom to dry off. You decide to let this living snowman walk through and use the room. Minutes later, he reappears dry, and holding in his hands a dozen of red roses that continuously shake in his still cold pink hands. "These are for you sweetheart..... I know that we've known each other for some time now....... I was hoping and wondering that maybe we could become more than what we are now. I hope I don't startle you by doing this, but my affection for you has grown beyond withholding anymore. Can we please be together?"

With slight tears of joy trailing down your cheeks, you take the roses from his hands and place them aside on a nearby nightstand. Then taking his hands into yours, you softly kiss them with your lips, causing a spark of heat warm enough to forever kindle the flame in any man's heart. With that brief but burning moment, he tenderly embraces you with his arms and holds you there securely for what seems to be a generation. Then he slowly leans toward you, and the both of you ignite your lips together, warming the cold winter night. From that point on throughout the rest of the night, you could never be a happier person. . . . . . . . . . . . .

The End.

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