I wake up shivering under all the blankets I own.
My head, neck, throat, back, everything aches.
As tears drip onto my pillow, I look up.
Outside the window four moons rest in the sky,
and I recall being a feeble old woman,
slowly freezing to death on a field of decaying flowers.
I am repulsed by the scent but it is inescapable.
All that I see before my eyes is the ocean.
Calm and glass-like reflecting the sunset.
I woke up just as a strange man came
to take advantage of my frailty.