My Father Holds Me Still
When I was younger, my room always got icy cold at night. Before
I went to bed, I would crank the heat up something vicious and
close all the windows tight; then I would crawl into bed and
fall asleep all toasty warm. As far back as I can remember,
night after night, my dad would sneak into my room after he was
sure I was sleeping and open all the windows. You see, he