... but it does

It's cold in the room, but it's warm under all of her knit blankies. He breathes deep and heavy besides her. It's the hard breathe of a long and challenging days work. As most week days are; he's a laborer. He works hard so he sleeps hard. She lay awake for a few long moments. All she can hear are his snores and the constant click of the fast circling fan. Why is the fan on? He likes to be cold when he sleeps. Suddenly she can feel it, a sweet happy emotion covering her like another soft blanket. Love. She can smells it. It sends swirling winds through her insides. She quickly wraps her arms around her stomach and pulls her knees towards her chest. She turns on her side and now she can see it. He's so peaceful in his dreams. How did she find this? She really didn't think it existed before... but it does.