Winter State of Mind

The cat and I search for the warm corners in the room.  Once I settle down she coils herself at my feet.  Or on my belly.  When I move, she too gets up.  To find a new spot on me when I am still again.

For a few days now, I haven’t left the house.  Sleeping late, I sink into the warm bed.  My fortress. 

I don’t wake up in the middle of the night anymore; my sleep is peaceful now.

I have no thoughts.