62 Degrees

Woke up shaking, teeth a clatter,

what was the damn, freezing matter?

Stumbled out, across the floor,

to check the numbers, then I swore.

Sixty-two, a glow of red,

mocking me from its small bed.

I set it high, before I slept,

a secret pact I thought was kept.

But no, it's changed, a silent fight,

another cold and bitter night.

Some ghost or hand, I can't quite find,

just leaves my body cold behind.