Snow season

It is Sunday night, winter.
The sun has gone down early. It is snowing.
I am meant to be working

My thoughts linger on food
My eyes linger on my phone
Smiling

My body is warm
I am wearing a big hoodie
Lights and shadows play in my quiet house

Just to laugh with him, that would be good
It is almost Christmas
And I ask my self, what do I want