Outside, I lie waiting.
Why can’t I open this dumb thing?
My ears have started to shout
Lips begging in a pout.
Father Christmas howls a laugh at my back; sending my limp hair in all directions, catching onto my dry lips and my wrinkled coat.
One-two, One-two. My hand crumples together against the wood.
A small creak, a faint light.
Finally, someone has spotted me in their sight.
Stumble inside; motivated by the first breath of warm air.
Shed my coat without a care.
Exhale with relief, panic shoed away.
I decided forever I shall stay.
As my eyes recoup, it is no mirage to deceive me.
That old acquaintance shyly peeks around the corner.
The beautiful red, the easy nature; makes me wonder how it felt.
Run, and seize my old pal.
Wrapped around me, that embracive gal.
Warm and gentle to the touch;
My blanket: irreplaceable lush.
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