Prompt (off again) courtesy of BeKindRewrite‘s Inspiration Mondays
The power went off again.
The third time it happened this week. In the middle of winter. On the coldest night yet.
They pulled on long johns and sweatpants and extra wool socks and slippers and long sleeved shirts and sweaters and mittens and toques and huddled on the couch under sheets and fleece blankets and comforters.
They sat in the cold and the dark and the silence and listened to the wind howl and the house creak and prayed for the electricity to come back. For lights and heat and television and any possible distraction from this frozen nothingness.