Helen and Jack snuggled up close in front of the crackling fire. Helen leaned her head on Jack's shoulder and closed her eyes. The howling wind faded away as the warmth of the flickering flames soothed away all the tension. It had been a long week, very long. Budget meetings, deadlines, final exams, holiday shopping. All too much crammed into one week. But it was over. Helen loved having a snowstorm on a quiet Sunday. The perfect excuse to stay home and do nothing.
Jack wrapped his arm around Helen's shoulders. The week had been a struggle but it ended on a high note. Some much needed time alone with his wife. They had been fighting a lot lately over the usual, money, jobs, time or rather lack of. Now it was all a million miles away. The snowstorm isolated them from the rest of the world. No worries, no interruptions, no nothing to disturb them. Just peace and quiet, alone time for them.
The evening passed pleasantly. They enjoyed a picnic dinner in front of the fireplace. Then a leisurely glass of wine and conversation until suddenly the darkness flooded the room.
“What happened?” Helen said sitting up.
“Power's out.” Jack said as he rose to his feet. “I'll check the fuse box.”
Helen inched closer to the fireplace wrapping the blanket around her. Several minutes passed when Jack came back into the room. “Not the fuses. Looks like power's out all down the street.”
“What should we do?” Helen asked reaching out for him.
He took her hand and sat down. “Well, not to worry. We still have the fire and each other. Let's enjoy the evening.”
Helen smiled at him and settled her head back on his shoulder. “Sounds nice.”
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