The cold tiles

Radiate the chill of morning

Through thick socks

As I arrow to the kitchen

Bleary-eyed

I hover

As coffee brews

Lifting each foot

In a strange, sleepy dance

My toes seek escape

From the painful chill

As I listen

For the furnace

To start its morning hum

Beginning the day

Reluctantly

Slowly

As I walk through the house

Alone – Caroline A. Slee