Cotton sheets are cold when you're alone...
They somehow don't feel that comfortable when there is no one to share them with.
The soft weave feels scratchy and dull.
My breath seems to take forever to warm up this under-cover tent.
It's big enough for two, but one side is left unoccupied.
Closed off from drafts, closed off from the world.
Shivering, in the dank air of my mouthwash breath,
I give a silent Prayer that you will take your place soon, by my side.