Frigid Inside

Dreams bouncing inside my head;

nestled up inside of my cocoon.

In the chilly January morn

trying to stay warm;

wishing it was the middle of June.

Here I am inside my room;

in this old house it’s so cold.

I don't want to get out of my bed;

no modern comforts of central heat,

wooden floors as cold as concrete!

No sooner do my feet touch the ground,

I do an about face and turn back around.

Since yesterday it was nice and warm;

forgetting I didn't dress for the occasion

I dove back into the bed I came from.

Ahh, back inside my layers I abide,

an unfruitful event of a feeble attempt;

foolishly getting out of bed too soon,

my body holding my mind in contempt;

wishing all the more so for the month of June.

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