Wishing Winter Awry

I wake to a space that is without natural or artificial light, with an urge to get up and quench my thirst. Removing myself from the warmth created from my body snuggling into the duck-feathered dooner with winter’s peak weather upon us.

Raising from the warm of my bed and dooner, to be hit with a chill in the air. My feet hitting the timber floors as though they had been exposed to the night’s coolness and seeped into the flooring, slowly rising through my feet, through my legs before a shiver runs down my spine. Reminding me how much I curse winter, wishing for the summer vibes and weather to grace us sooner than it normally does.

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