Winter


I sit
I slide down
Shift myself underneath the blanket
To keep my feet warm

After a while it gets hot
My sweater
My socks
They keep rolling down
From the blanket
To the bed, to the floor

I shiver
A pair of cold feet touches mine
I push, I kick
I shift to the other side
Sister, why do you always have your feet so cold?

Close your eyes
And it’s dark
It is cold, it is December
Shall I blame it?
And sleep until lunch

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