Cold feet
sofia domingot
I could put on some socks, but I’d wake you.
Besides, the wool makes your eyes water first thing in the morning…
I could tug the blanket close to my chest, but you’ve rolled over
And pinned it down to your side of the bed.
I guess I’ll just have to hold you close.
The hours may tick by, but I won’t know it.
Your scent slows my worried mind.
Your warmth calms my aching bones
For the night…
For every night...
Forever
Sofia Domingot is a senior Writing major with double minors in English and Spanish. She loves movies, hiking, and drinking ungodly amounts of iced coffee.
