La Nuit Froide

Now that these nights are freezing cold, these feet are dead white, and these toenails are winter blue, I wish my loved one rested by my side. Thus, I’d be able to rub my little stiff limbs against his (to his visible yet amused annoyance), create a bit of comfortable warmth, and sleep with a subtle smile.

However, when the time comes, a few hours from now, I must go back to bed and sink into my usual lonely coldness. Then I will make my wish again.

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