Chilly Stories

It was a chilly night. So chilly, one could see their own breath as they exhaled. The pale blue smoke of my cigarette mixed with the condensation of my breath as I blew it out slowly. The bench of the deck under the light of the full moon lit my body with a blue hue as I sat there taking in the night. Clarasey was upstairs in our room asleep, all cozy and warm under the comforter. I should have been there with her. I coul...