Day#8 of IntrotoPoetry
On a wintry morning, she wakes
Regretfully leaving behind layers of heavy quilts
And the welcoming, warm limbs of her sleeping roommates.
On a wintry morning, she turns the tap
The water is merciless in its icy gush
Her fingers turn numb as she gazes at the fog outside.
On a wintry morning, she changes
Goosebumps immediately cover her
An inadequate blanket against trembling skin.
On a wintry morning, she sips
The coffee shares its heat with her.
Dressed now, she’s ready to leave.
On a wintry morning, she lingers
The most peaceful of smiles tracing her face
This year, this January, her happiness surprises her.