At around midnight there was this door breaking knock that woke me up from a pitch-black dream. I end up going down the 28 steps that hold the pain of falling down to the 1st floor after a shower with wet feet.
Cole is standing in the hailed rain that is -4 degrees soaked in nothing, but a pair of black worn down jeans. he came in and sat on the couch I could see that him and his girlfriend got in a fight he had bruises and glass cuts I went into the kitchen to get a first aid kit to clean his wounds.
I got back in the living room and all of his wounds where bloody, and they were starting to scab I cleaned him up and we watched the first movie of Friday on elm street and went to bed.
He cuddled with me for about an hour and then we fell asleep after he started talking in a very deep voice to get me to fall asleep. My eyes slowly start to close as I hear his sweet, calming voice hushing me to sleep, and that's what it did. I fell asleep, my head resting on his chest, his chest going up and down as he breathes softly.