Felt the iron cloth

Rubbed the fiber

Friction

Sparks

Electrified

Frost is coming

We are freezing

No longer feeling

...

Dropped into a black room

No breath that eyes can see

Open spaces and unrecognizable faces

Lack of feeling

There is no air or wind

I can't see the walls

...

Snapping branches

The bedsheets

And warm and caressing lavender

Seeped into my pillow