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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