It was nine degree outside in April

It was nine degrees outside in April In the chill of a dreary April day, I find myself wandering through the dimness, My eyes were straining in the absence of light. As I approach the door, a sense of familiarity washes over me, pulling me back to a time of comfort and solace. The thought of retreating to the inviting embrace of my warm bed beckons me like a gentle siren, contrasting sharply with the biting cold that surrounds me. In this moment, I realize that in this vast expanse of uncertainty, there is only one clear path to follow—one that leads back to the refuge of my blankets and dreams.