C155 I'm Scared

Pull up the quilt, don't care about him, this obscene guy, I really don't want to have too much to do with him.

He was restless, his hands sliding into my clothes and pinching.

The sky was white, the candles were yellow, and the warm bed made me not want to move, as if I could remember thinking that this was the last night of the winter when I would be able to avoid the cold