By Paul Roever
Relaxing on the heater,
My blanket in great folds
All around me.
I hear the gentle roar of the heater,
And I smile, content.
My dog, curled up next to me,
Like a golden carpet, is breathing steadily.
With a gentle shift of my legs,
A waft of air escapes from the blanket,
And my dog’s ears flick.
Minutes later, my eyes are drawn
Back to the pages I had been reading, and
I reenter the world so different from mine.
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