In early winter,
In the early evening,
I will lay myself down.
Under the covers, wrapped in a blanket,
I will struggle for sleep.
Warm, and comfortable,
Insulating and nurturing,
I will still struggle with sleep.
Hope that when I twist and turn,
In my struggle for sleep,
That the sheets won't twist too tight.

Perhaps in late winter,
Perhaps in late evening,
A night wind will travel through the walls.
If a night wind rips off my covers,
How will I greet the chill of night?
Will I freeze,
Or will I gasp for breath?