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The Little Heater That Could

The Cold creeps what model trains and sugar plumbs should keep children asleep at 4:57am.

Snuggle-warm fires are none existent in the Antarctic weather; snuggle-warm blazes are too lazy inherently to reach all of the children of the earth; snuggling and cuddling are sometimes too few and far between on holidays for most.

The iPhone iridescence, which is the nightlight of the majority, now the pocket watch of those who have high ability, is the escape-terminal A that connects us to terminal Being and Beyond. We wish that iPhones had an app for everything. I wish my phone had a personal heater App for the cold to be gone.

Is it the heat or is it my heart that is too long gone?

Several emblazoned skills of saffron and the silk of milk and honey memories lit the way before. Now dark and dismembered I remember a time when the warmth was pure and not artificial, plugged-in space heaters of the soul.

The house heater was not broken. And all of me was covered in warmth, separate from the thermostat I could gauge even without numbers on the dial. It was instinct, it was through time, we were instinct, we were on trial with life, both tribulations and strife, I was content, but you were in contention. I dismembered you from my life.

Cold, dreary, dank, dark and weary. The cold air became the comfort, so the common cold welled at the back of my throat waiting for a chance to emerge, I caught you red handed, your blood was cold. Questioning was beyond what one sole space heater could do to fill a mansion with warmth.

Today, I became a ghost. Of course, at 5am under a blanket to the bathroom, I became my own American Horror Story in my trip to go pee. The cold to my feet have become the lock and key to waking me, shaking me awake, taking me drunk to sober, making me realize that I need to personally pay someone to walk beside me with a space heater. But then that would be cheating life. And where would they go when I needed to use the restroom?

So the only cuddling that would ensue, and the only spooning that has been done lately, is with me and my space heater, which is probably going to break sometime soon. It has been running non-stop from morning to afternoon and night mostly, when I become a blanket ghost to ward off the cold mostly. It is the one thing that enamors me lately,

my little space heater that could.

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