A cold frosty evening
Room-mates huddled up by the fire
Rain beating down on the roof
Sound of thunder roars
I open my eyes: I had been dozing
Mist all around
In a moment my eyes fill with tears
It is not mist, only smoke
Half the guys are awake
Drinks in hand, smoking.
Some on King-size. Some regular.
Yet others on buckshots
I cough. Choked, I open the window
Rain lashes at my arms, my face
The cold bites into my skin
I hastily shut the window
Cuddling against a sleeping figure
I shut my eyes
After all it's warm in here
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