My face is covered in hair.
My blather is angry
I pick up my legs & run to the bathroom.
As I wash my hands I avoid looking at myself
I'm such a ugly thing at this time of day
I walk back to my room
My bed needs me
The floor gives my feet a numbing feeling
Although I am always cold
I am artic.
I become a ball when I lay down.
This is the only way I feel safe.
My covers hide me.
It shelters me with warmth & a lovely nap.