• It is so cold
    I feel it everywhere
    Fog rises from my breath
    And the car turns on
    And we're moving
    Gliding
    On the icy street
    Alone
    Just us
    It's dark
    And sleep tries to pull my eyelids shut
    Saying,
    "You really need
    To rest"
    But
    Oh, the sight!
    What is it I see now?
    It's colored light
    Christmas decor
    Hanging from houses
    Dripping off of every surface
    They blur and pulsate and glitter
    As my eyes are overcome and drop down,
    But are brought back up
    Like a yo-yo
    I'm tottering on the brink of slumber
    But
    I must
    Stay
    Awake
    I must
    See a bit
    Longer...