He felt a peculiar numbness in the tip of his fingers the second she opened the door.
“You’re not asleep?” she whispered… “Listen, I think we need to…” he mumbled before she slammed the bathroom door. “What a fuck is this numbness in my fingers? Why am I shaking?”. He layed face down on the bed trying to catch his breath. Minutes passed. It felt like hours. That last, barely perceivable blink was as sweet as sin.
“Can you move a bit to your right? It’s so fucking cold in this house! Please hold me!” she begged. Brutally awaken, with dry lips and numb fingers, he touched her naked shoulder. The tear that hanged inside his soul for ages found its way to the pillow.