Warm, fuzzy, compressed,
I'm bundeled into a ball.
Like a catipiler in a crysilist.
I love the whole 8 hours we spend together at night,
Tight and secured.
The worst part of it all, is facing the enemy,
His name is the sun.
Waking up and having to leave my blanket in the morning,
is one of lifes hardest challenges.
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