Write something around the proverb "Silence is a great healer." - from Creative Writing Prompts
They both knew the other was awake, but pretended not to. Mornings lately were a grinding of gears, a tearing of pages, and best before the first word.
He shifted to his side, feigning unawareness; she flowed against his back, taking what meager enjoyment she could. It was bitter beyond the covers; she tucked her nose back in.
Neither could say exactly what brought them here. She would say it was months of effort with nothing to show for it. He would say the same, if he thought the truth wouldn't scald her.
She exhaled, oven-warm, against his arm, but the air outside still chilled.