I Fear I Am A Tom

The blue curtains in Tom’s bedroom move just slightly from the window’s tiny opening while early dawn streaks across last night’s sky. November’s light chilly breeze disturbs Tom from his peaceful sleep as he awakes to find himself chilled from the window he had forgotten to close. Being as tired as he was however, his brown eyes closed and again he was asleep. Minutes and seconds ticked away one half hour of time before Tom was re-awakened by the cold. Forcefully he ripped from himself the...