Lights fly by in the windows. The outside world shining into the dark backseat. I tilt my head to the side, a new perspective, a new place. Sideways signs are blurred by speed and crooked glances. The car presses further down the highway and you lay your head into my lap. I stroke your hair with my right hand and lay my other arm across your chest. You start to paw at my forearm then latch onto it like your hands have never had a better use. Heat concentrates in the area where your skin touches mine and that warm fragment of forearm gently seeps down to the bone. I can no longer recall warmth before you. Days spent cold, thinking that layers of fabric were enough. I will never let you go because now that I know what it is to be warm I can no longer bear the cold.