The chilly morning air has me br hiding beneath the familiar fluff br of that ratty old comforter br that I love so much. br My legs instinctively br pin down the edges and hold on br careful not to let any stockpiled body heat br escape through secret doorways. br br I turn my back on the window br that has betrayed me once again. br The evidence of it's betrayal br leaving a thick frost on the inside br to greet me each morning. br Oh, the draft can be felt br all the way across the room br here on my bed. br Winter mornings can be brutal! br My feet defy me and refuse br to leave the cozy pocket they've found br just to be shocked awake by the icy floor. br br I wish I could stay here all day br soaking up your body heat like a thief br while you sleep like br an innocent bystander. br Can you blame me? br Your body has found a way to br turn ice-cold air into br warm, intoxicating comfort. br br The day must begin br so I'll make a mad dash through the house br to the back room br to kick up the thermostat. br It still doesn't compare to the warmth br that bed holds between the ratty old comforter br and you.