Blackout

No lights. No heat. The coldest night of the year.

The radio says it'll be hours, maybe days, before we have electricity again.

It's too cold to sleep, even under piles of blankets. We try to play cards to pass the time, but it's too hard to see in the dim candlelight, and reaching out of our cocoon lets in too much biting cold.

So, we talk for a while, in clouds of frozen breath, until eventually the words run out and we huddle together in silence.

Seeking warmth, we press closer, and by sunrise, we're generating our own heat.