Huddled under the blanket.
The only warmth
to be found
is in the space occupied
by my body.
Fetal position.
Legs cramping.
Stretching them
before pulling them back
into the only warmth found
despite the cramps.
Too cold to do anything
but shiver.
The night lasts longer
when sleep
is overridden by need for not freezing.
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