For A Little Warmth

The furnace is out. It would not be so bad if not for the biting cold winds, caressing the gaps around my windows, constantly inviting itself into my house. The daytime heat gives the house a normal warm feeling that nothing is amiss, but as the sun starts is dip into the horizon you feel the cold tendrils moving its way into all the rooms. Laying in bed with blankets to your chin, using it as shield against the cold. That is really my only defense at the moment. It's easy to get lost, nesting down in the pillows and trapped heat of the bed. It's also easy to decide to not to come out. But something always finds a way of calling you out of your comfort. The trip to the frozen toilet seat, the need to quench a thirst. These things would nag and nag at you until you gave in, so you suffer the consequences as quickly and painlessly as possible, always retreating the blankets with lingering warmth. I hope the furnace is fixed soon, I may never want to leave the mini-kingdom of comfort any more.