“I’m hot,” she said and moved away.
But away from his heat she was cold.
“Come cuddle,” he said, and she returned to his arms.
But a few minutes of that and she was too hot and again moved away only, again, to feel uncomfortably cold.
“Come here,” he beckoned, his warm arms open and inviting.
But a few minutes and again she moved away.
“Heck, why can’t you find the right place, always moving? What’d you call that?”
“Perpetual dynamic equilibrium?” she said.
84 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Perpetual