The storm is closing in.
The wind rattling the shutters
on my windows.
The heavy rain pattering
on the roof over my head,
forcing my heart to beat
on the rhythm of each raindrop.
I snuggled deeper into the sheets,
trying to catch the eluding warmth.
My eyelids slowly drooped,
as I watched the soft glow of the
candle beside me die down.
Finally, the tiny flame
reached the end of the wick,
letting a thin smoke
rise up into the air.
Leaving nothing else for me-
except the lingering
scent of cinnamon-
to keep the storm at bay.
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