Too cold

In the hole to write today.

Even mice have moved to warmer climes.

No hot water.

Annette came into my room last night. I heard her taking m&ms from my jar.

Through the drawn curtain.

Get out Annette.

You’re dreaming, she says. Go back to sleep.

I call the CNA.

So that’s what she was eating!

From there on I just keep the door shut.

When I pee in the urinal I hold it in my hands to warm them.

I moved from the A bed to the B bed after my room mate disappeared so I am further from the window…

Gateway to the cold storage room.

Published by Dave

My name is David Beckerman. I am a fine art photographer working in New York City. Or I was before I had two strokes. I now write from a Nursing Home. https://dave-beckerman.pixels.com

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