Cold Nose

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The windows are open
allowing a cool cross breeze in
to circle above my head.
I shiver and burrow deeper under
my heavy down comforter.
Everything is covered
save above my chin
and I look like a caterpillar
in the process of making its chrysalis.

I close my eyes
and drift asleep
the smell of fallen leaves and fresh air
lingering in my nose
because there's no better time to slumber
than when I have some warm toes
and a cold nose

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