Stormy nights call for thick warm blankets

Standing by the doorway
Looking into the room
Hoping for the something that would make my day
Scanning left and right seeing nothing but gloom
Pausing for a while I look through the windows and see the sky
Darkened like a collied night whispering imminent storm soon
Outside the rain was pouring
Inside the room was stifling
Moving away from the doorway
Coming into the room
Searching for warmth within this cavity of gloom
Climbing onto the bed I know so well
Familiarity enveloping me with the scent of vanilla on the sheets
Blankets embrace me warm and comforting
Lying there with curled up feet
Safe from the outside
Here is where I choose to dwell