Blanket Of Warmth

Enfold myself in a blanket of warmth.
Cozy and comfy wrapped around my being.
I lie in my bed in a state of repose
The touch of the smooth blanket around me.
The whim to stay under another minute or two,
I don’t want to leave the bed too soon.
Tenaciously I want to hold on,
Fearing once I leave, the cold will begin to settle in.
I wrap myself tighter within the blanket,
Knowing the warmth will not leave me today.
But I must leave for today, for it is another day,
Of many plentiful things to do,
But, lo to leave the warmth of the blanket,
Is the hardest thing one can do.


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