The constant temperature barrier glowed faintly around the window sill.
The wind and snow were kept out, even the sound couldn't get in. Heavy curtains hung down, and the indoor temperature remained at a level that made one reluctant to get out of bed.
Louis woke up to a slight numbness, simply because his arm had been pressed for too long.
He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling.
On his left, Sif was almost clinging to him, a leg draped over his waist, her breathing even, sleeping undefensively.
Her body temperature was slightly high, with a wild and direct warmth.
On his right, Emily was very close, yet maintained a proper distance.
Her hand rested on his chest, her body naturally curled, breathing softly.
The two of them clung to Louis like octopuses.
Louis didn't move; he just continued staring at the ceiling, a hint of helplessness showing at the corner of his mouth.
