Cold

Sitting 

Next to a warm radiator

Wearing

A warm hoody

Sipping

A warm drink

Somewhere, 

It will happen.

Shivering

Under a warm duvet

Withering

Faster than I hoped

Sleeping

Is no longer possible

Somehow,

It will happen.

Stretching

My imagination

Working

My imagination

Straining

My concentration

Someone,

Anyone.

Why can't it be any other day.

Just not today.

I wan't to live to see tomorrow.

As I know, it will be better.

Maybe if I try to forget.

The hoody

The radiator

The warm drink

The fire

The smoke

The smell of burning

I'll stop being so cold.