Under The Duvet

There was a chill in the air. Frost was on the window pane of the house of Furaha and her friends Orko and Optimus Prime, and there was no sound but the gentle whisper of Winter wind on the breeze. Inside their cosy, warm bedroom, Furaha, Orko and Optimus were lying in their bed, safe from the Winter chill, lying under the big, thick duvet on the strong mattress big enough and huge enough to fit all three - even an Autobot.

No one was safer than Furaha and Orko, who were safely tucked beside Optimus listening to the Winter wind outside and Optimus’ gentle, deep breathing syncing in time to the breeze. “Orko…are you awake?” whispered Furaha. Orko woke to the smell of Furaha’s morning breath. “Eurgh, watch where you aim that morning breath. It’s so smelly it’ll take down a thousand buildings.” yawned Orko. “Sorry,” said Furaha, “I think we feel safe and warm in this lovely, soft bed. Jack Frost’s chilly touch won’t get us there. We feel encapsulated in the warmth of our lovely house, surrounded by the warmest sheets and the most caring caregiver in the world.” “I agree,” sighed Orko, “I could really go for a mug of cocoa.” “I don’t know when we’ll wake up today,” yawned Furaha with a gentle sigh, “All we could do is lie there and wait for-” “Could you excuse me?” asked Orko, “I need to go to the toilet.”

Orko went off to the bathroom while Furaha rolled over onto her back and moved her arms behind her head. “That Orko,” she sighed, “I’m sure he’ll be back with a nice, warm mug of cocoa. My throat is so dry.” But Furaha didn’t mind, she loved Orko, even if he didn’t like her morning breath.