Who me?
Of course I forgot to shut the balcony door of my bedroom and the ice cold winds kept blowing in, thus freezing my bedroom and so cold did it get that I could see my breath come out in cold wisps of thick clouds as I entered the room.
My feet and hands are icicles to the touch and I'm optimistically buried under my thick duvet.
—
In tints of blue
I lay low
smudged under pink floral patterns
fading into this winter scheme
rubbing my toe
Under warm palms
hoping it'll soon be over
and a new day would start
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