It is cold
My patience is wearing thin
minute by minute
it is quite windy
for the daytime
Yet I hope for some sun
meanwhile I pluck the blanket
from beneath my body
cover up the goosebumped naked skin
I don’t feel anything
It is numb
A million tiny needles poking inside
The time my body takes to adjust
with the warmth of the blanket
I had an option
I could have just got up
and closed the open window
But I left it ajar
Maybe because I wanted to feel
what it means to survive
out in the cold
When there is no window to close at all..
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