Hands wind slowly on a massive face

whizzing past numbers

I clutch my blanket

It is dark blue and pretty

speckled with stars and lock symbols

It is chilly

The air bites my exposed face

Heat escapes my skin in search of equilibrium

The hands increase in speed

I hate my blanket

My blanket is dirty

My blanket is old

My blanket smells

I hate my blanket

The hands increase in speed

I hate my blanket

The hands increase in speed

The hands spin fast enough to evade sight

Like fan blades, camouflaged by speed

The gust blows my blanket away

The air bites my exposed body

Heat escapes my skin in search of equilibrium

I freeze to death