Heater Problems

The cold air hits me when I wake up

I am filled with a sinking feeling

Like a rock being dropped into a lake

I roll over fearing what awaits me on the opposite side of the bed

An empty impression on which I will lay my hand

When I turn to see the sheets rising and falling slowly

The air suddenly becomes warm

I thought you would have left me last night before my heater turned off



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