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Awake in limbo,
finding solace in a chrysalis of quilts and sheets,
a chill slinks under the door,
and curls up next to me
like you once did.
The few moments before
I must rise before the sun,
I long to lay here
and drift back into
troubled dreams
and even breaths.
Yet you are the December morning,
the icy fingers
that brush against my cheek
that assure me,
inspire me,
to rise.
With a shiver
and tentative toes
seeking solid ground,
goosebumps ripple
across bare skin,
just as they did
when warm kisses
lifted me
from slumber
instead.