Since you went again, I’ve been at the edge of my seat,
Talk about biting your tongue on words I’d rather eat.
A gust of wind; powerful and quick,
Just as I was beginning to breathe again, I felt the air getting thick.
Left to pick up the pieces of a mess you made once before,
Next time I’ll know better to lock my door.
The draft came through the seal that couldn’t quite hold,
I began to drift off again but suddenly awoke from the air so cold.
Tossing and turning, with one thing left to do,
But I turned over as I closed my eyes
Just to bare the cold for another night or two.