Alone

it's hot in here
I stare at the dark ceiling
kick off the sheet
listening to the window fan
the cool air now reaching my feet
I play in it with my toes
willing it to climb higher
it doesn't

ice in the glass clink
I reach for it in the dark
it's cold and sweating in the heat
it nearly slips from my hand
and I curse for no reason
and drink

I lay there in bed
and stare at the dark ceiling
listening to the window fan
and the rain
the rain wont stop
alone
I hate being alone
I pull my teddy close
soft comforting warm
it's hot in here
should have turned on the air
I turn my head off instead
and go to sleep
listening to the fan
and the rain

-beth