And With The Wind Chill, It's Only -32 C

What the temperature feel like, at 7 am, this morning, as I lay, in my bed.

Its 7 am

And everyone is

Shivering

In their beds.

Dreading

The first step

From the protective warmth

Of their cocooning bedding

Onto the ceramic flooring

To start their day.

Around me

Star Venus and Squeak

Have nestled

Against my body.

In seeking

My love

And reassurance

That everything

Will be right.

Myself

Just want to

Roll over

And sleep away

The coming day.

Until

Some sanity returns

To the weather department

With more stable temperatures

Than this freaky roller coaster ride

Of extremes highs and lows.

A pipe dream

So rudely interrupted

As the little ones

Demand my attention

To fill their food bowl.

With a heavy sigh

I brave my cooler

Than normal apartment

To satisfy their hunger.

Scurrying about

Like a drop of water

In red hot frying pan

To get myself

Back to the warmth

And comfort

Of my bed.

Knowing

I can relax

Until the sun rises

And shares

Its heat

With me.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

Never fun, these temperatures, and doubly so when we are not feeling well.

[therisa]

Today is, another one of those days, am refusing to go outside and walk to my pharmacist, to renew some prescriptions. It can wait until, tomorrow.