Bare feet shuffle across the floor.
Sandpaper on hardwood, like a raspy voice echoing throughout the small apartment.
From bedroom to bathroom and back.
Quick and swift, yearning to be in the warm heavy-blanketed bed.
Moonlight creeps through the translucent window blinds filling my room with a soft glow, allowing the shadows of the dancing trees to put a performance on my wall.
My lungs inhale the fresh crisp air that seeps through the window pane.
Autumn is a bittersweet friend. There’s a pain in the breeze that I love.
Wrapped up in warm blankets and fuzzy socks. My body is hidden from the cold, but doesn’t want it to leave.
In the chilling shivers I can feel the blessings of Warmth.