Sleet pelts my head—
I left my hat and scarf
at home—
my hair is stiff in the
frozen air.
I trudge through the ice—
my feet numb in my boots.
I’m shivering for the warmth
of my bed and snuggie.
I enter my 2-bedroom apartment—
the air has been turned
down to 56.
Thermostat Nazi strikes again.
© 2015 Nortina Simmons
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