A Gentle Shiver

The knit wool around me felt remarkably heavy, and then suddenly warm. I blinked, realizing I could turn my gaze toward the cool glass pane beside me. Tiny droplets were sliding down the window, tracing soft lines against the city outside. I gave a slight wiggle, drawing the soft knitted wrap just a little tighter around my shoulders. The gentle hum of the radiator below kept the chill away. I decided right then that staying wrapped up here was the best place to be.