What Do You Have To Say? - A Winter Memory
It's 5AM
I look at the dark blue gray walls of my room
I hear the faint muffled sound of an infomericial on my television
I taste the dryness in my throat and make no effort to find water
I touch the blankets with my hands
I smell nothing
It's 5:01AM now
Can we go downstairs yet?
I look at the dark blue gray walls of my room
I hear the faint muffled sound of an infomericial on my television
I taste the dryness in my throat and make no effort to find water
I touch the blankets with my hands
I smell nothing
It's 5:01AM now
Can we go downstairs yet?