damn hot

for some reason,
at some point,
she slammed doors
(was cold, or fed up, i'm sure)

misplaced her jacket, her senses, what have you

but in the cold, empty room
(which was, actually, less empty
with just her in it)
a moment came where
she did find warmth.

in fact
it was
damn
hot
in that one spot,
where the sun shone directly
through
that
window

'...do i...stay?' said she,
still slightly reeling from her tantrum of late,
hearing nothing but the echoes of her words off the walls

now,
lack of light
(sunset?)
has made
everything
very
dark
as lack of light does...

she inevitably questions the intensity
of the sun,
moon, and stars
which still hang in the sky
beyond all the doors
she'd shut
(and the window she could not)

contemplates which exit might
face the sun,
illuminate night
though darkness precedes morning, right...so..