People are always telling me to put on a coat
“Bundle up, it’s cold out!”
I never do, not really
The coat comes off as soon as they’re out of sight
I find the cold calming
It helps me focus
I step outside and it embraces me like an overbearing aunt
Grips me tight and doesn’t let me go
It’s warm, inviting, familiar, familial
I love it
I always have a friend in the winter, I just have to step outside
The rest of my family hates it
My mom says I’m “warm-blooded”
That’s what she always tells people when they ask
That’s what I tell them too
But, really, I think it’s the opposite
I think the reason I love it so much is because we’re one and the same
I think I’ve got ice in my veins
So a little on my skin doesn’t hurt