double wool up to my knees. down zippered jacket worn under the covers. two golden retrievers valiantly striving to thaw my feet and chest. the fire cackles worthlessly. why can’t i ever get warm?
maybe my parents did adopt me from a gecko family?
i can feel frost form over my bones. lying down it’s an icier chill; less stoke for body heat.
don’t you dare close that window!!! the cold makes me ache for the honeyed warmth i so greedily took for granted.
moving into the cold just for today.