*Okay, it wasn't a monster. It was a log that Ella and I tossed into the water.
This morning I woke up in a very warm bed and debated as I looked out the window at the drizzle and fog, and then over at my sleeping daughter. Is she serious? Should I wake her? Damn, the bed is warm.
No sooner had I whispered her name, than she was dressed and waiting for me at the door. A few minutes later, she and I were walking along the edge of the mirror-like loch, fog all around -- what a great idea.