Take off his shirt, her mind screams, desperate for the warmth of his body against hers. Not being able to breath, the weight on top of her, isnt bad. No, she enjoys this, its mutual. She loves him. The smell of his breath in the morning. The smell of his sweat when hes been near the heater. The way that when she moves away when theyre asleep, he wakes up and pulls her close again, muttering "my teddy bear, come back here" - all half asleep. Warmth of our bodies, mixing together, making us remove the doona, and wearing only a rug.