It is cold here,
I peeped in my closet,
pulling out all my winter gear.
Turning up the music to add cheer,
I plugged my heater into the socket.
The chills made me slouch,
until I curled myself in the couch.
I looked up at the chandelier,
the piece of art,
so intricate yet so austere.
Slipping my hands into my pockets,
I cozied myself under the soft blanket.
There was no one,
I thought I would be rattled,
strangely so comforting were the inanimate,
it appeared they smiled, as I settled.



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