My bedroom is most definitely the coldest spot in this house and why?
It's a startling difference the moment you walk out of this room and into the lounge.
Could be something to do with the bathroom window that isn't very weather proof.
My fingers as I write feel like they're about to set in rigor Mortis just about wiling to get snapped out of their sockets if one were to pull at them though why anyone would do that is unexplainable but people have odd fetishes.
I think I might not want to exit these cozy confines tomorrow morning and why on earth does it take a millennia for duvets to become warm?
Sometimes I sleep wearing sock after liberally applying Shea butter on my feet because this weather makes me so dry I fear I might flake away and it's still rather humid so imagine what dry weathers would do me and odd how dry weather suits me far better than humid ones.
What am I on about?
Nothing except its night and it's cold and I'm in bed snuggled warmly in a fat duvet and my thoughts keep hitting bull's eye ;)
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