Wrapped Up

 

It's cold outside today.

A bitter chill fills this room

and I wrap myself inside

the old fading blanket I've had

since I was five. Curled up

between memories of childhood

and the pressures of life, I sink

into sort of a delirium,

oblivious of everything around

me except for maybe the sound

of Lisa Loeb's voice beckoning

me to join her in the warmth

of the cd player. I would

if I could, but this blanket

surrounding me bars my movement

and hinders my fantasies.

It's cold outside today.