The Battle of the Covers

THE BATTLE OF THE COVERS

It was time; time for the nightly battle of the covers.
The Arctic rays of sunshine were just starting to filter
Through the morning skylight of the bedchamber.
Cold Hands, accompanied by Chilling Feet
Started moving, ever so slowly, under the covers.
The inert form, on the other side of the bed, slept on.

Coordinating their approach, Cold Hands and Chilling Feet
Checked the time.
They both made contact with the sleeping body simultaneously.
The inert form slept on.

The sleeping body suddenly exploded into motion,
Grasping the bed covers and became still once more.
Cold Hands and Chilling Feet remained cold.
The inert form slept on.

Cold Hands and Chilling Feet contemplated their next move.
The Arctic rays of sunshine had increased and were now
Bombarding their way through the morning skylight.
The inert form slept on.

After a few moments, that seemed like an eternity,
A voice said, —“please”.
Slowly the inert form began to move.
The covers were reluctantly abandoned.

The form, no longer inert, arose and stumbled from the room,
Bouncing against the walls of the hallway, as it headed
For the Kitchen.
The inert form was now awake.

Cold Hands and Chilling Feet quickly grasped the covers around them.
The voice began to snore.
Cold Hands and Chilling Feet became warm.
They were now inert.

Soon Cold Hands and Chilling Feet and their voice arose,
Dressed, and headed for the smell of fresh coffee.
After coffee, they soon left the house.
The now awake form returned to the bed and pulled
The covers around it.
And then, the inert form slept on.

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