Winter Storm Nocturne

Fever dreams rouse me late at night
Staring up blankly with somber absence
pervading,
Struggle upright, amble the hall for a piss.

Searching the floor for my pallet,
The heat gone from the bed;
The meager comfort with it.

Finding my place, the quilt becomes
undoubled.
Less weight, more warmth escaping.
My stolen throw pillow’s familiar salty odor
Mixes with flashes of fever dreams.
Trauma and regrets flow freely.

I lay awake.