The apartment is freezing when I wake up. I scurry about the living room looking for clothing to wear. I find black jeans ice cold on the floor in the shadows. They go on stiff. I shiver thinking beggars can’t be choosers then flick the radiator on before going downstairs.
Head on a pillow and clothes on the floor I sweat and shiver, something is wrong. I want someone to call, to come save me, but the woman who used to won’t and the one that will is too far away. This is my future, drool going cold on the sheets, muscles stiffening. I pass out hoping I wake up. I need to make things right.
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