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Early On A Winter's Morn...

Truth no one speaks

By Natasja RosePublished 7 months ago 1 min read
Early On A Winter's Morn...
Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

My room was warm when I went to bed,

(I turned the heater off before I slept)

Snug and cozy beneath all the blankets

But cold alongside darkness crept

Like frost on windowpanes, chill slinks through

Spreading slowly, nothing can stop it

Where warmth resided, cold now reigns

Floods start with a drop in the bucket.

Dawn comes, alarms ring, I groan as I awake

Emerging from a warm cocoon, only cold to find.

The hardest part about waking in Winter

Is leaving the Blankets behind.

I’m in the Southern Hemisphere, so while Most of Vocal is complaining about heatwaves, I’m over here whining about low-single-digit temperatures and having to defrost my car to drive to work.

No one in my life appreciates how hard it is to unwrap myself from the blankets every morning…

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About the Creator

Natasja Rose

I've been writing since I learned how, but those have been lost and will never see daylight (I hope).

I'm an Indie Author, with 30+ books published.

I live in Sydney, Australia

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  • Helen Desilva7 months ago

    I feel you. Waking up to cold in winter is rough. I've been there, having to defrost my car and peel myself out of warm covers. It's no fun.

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