Awake but eyes still closed. I realized my feet were
extended, cold and bare, well beyond the realm of the quilt.
I buckled at the knees trying to stretch in vain the quilt back to its full length, to tuck it under my feet to re-warm my bones, to keep out the Autumn chill.
It was as vain as trying to hold back time. The march of time was persistent. Winter comes for all.