Cracked Open - Skylar Everwind

We agreed never to open the door. The house was warm. We had plenty of food.

Then the sun caught your eye and flashed gold. You looked at me, then at the window.

You opened it without telling me. I was too busy stirring the food.

Then a cold draft drifted up my back.

I asked where it was coming from and turned to look at you. The window was wide open, and you were leaning against the sill, looking happier than you'd looked inside.

The draft became colder.

I asked gently for you to close it. You said okay, but you left it cracked. Not as open as before, still open.

The draft became a breeze.

I turned, threw a blanket over my shoulders, and went on making dinner. You stayed at the window, not noticing me.

The house isn't warm anymore, and we have less food. Your hand hovers at the doorknob.

I don't beg. I set two bowls on the table and let the steam rise. After turning on the heaters, I sit down and look at you. I don't know if you'll turn around, but if you do, I'll be here, despite the cold.