shiver of the new season.
perhaps
it's time
for the heat to go on.
my feet
are cold on the hard floor,
my skin
dimpled, i'm near frozen
down to my
toes.
i look back at the warm bed
and stand
there,
a squirrel in
the road,
trying to decide whether
to stay
and climb back in,
or go.
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