A Cold December Night

Lying in bed with blankets piled, body still furnace playing chicken never seems to kick on outside you can hear the winter wind howling and you don't want to face the cold night lying quietly you feel the cold sneak in through thermal curtains of an old bedroom window frosty and nipping at your nose and ears A empty mug of hot coco on the night stand your tummy may be warm but your toes are cold and you got fuzzy socks on pull the blanket over your head and cradle in the fetal position hiding beneath an igloo of blankets waiting the warmth listen is the ice pelts against your window pane and the stubborn cool of winter swirls around your bed Reluctantly get up and head down to the furnace with a flash light in hand and as soon as you reach to turn the thermostat higher A clunk and a cling rings out as the furnace turns on it purrs the sound of emitting heat, the sound of angels singing reach into the heavens and feel the heat of the breathing furnace back to the bedroom crawl into bed as the coolness evaporates into the soft kiss of warmth. A yawn and tired eyes closing Suddenly you sit up, turn and feet on the ground rushing to the bathroom, the coco kicked in.