Ice crystals form like webs, binding.
Twisting in the sheets, seeking warmth.
I'm lost somewhere in the in-between of
waking and sleeping.
Light rays peek in through dirty glass
But they smile at me to no avail.
Fall to winter is the season of
waking and sleeping.
My heart craves laughter's echo
But the cocoon of comfort is deafening.
Never will I tired of
waking and sleeping.
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