Wake Up Call
Wake Up Call
I awoke to the gentle hum of the HVAC,
Swaddling me in a cocoon of warmth.
Outside, the wind howled,
Rattling the window.
Desperate to enter.
A chill ran up my legs,
Weighed down with a foreign heaviness.
Sandpaper scales scraping against soft flesh.
I peeked under the cashmere bedding,
A frigid lump of fear formed at what I saw.
Spirals of dusty earth
Patterned with black diamonds
Coiled comfortably around my feet.
Slitted pupils staring off into an abyss I could not see.
Maybe it was cold too.
Searching for its own soft place.
XOXO, Michaela
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