In the cold not because it's winter . It's cold because I sleep with the window is cracked open open . I sleep with the fan on. My windows blinds are wide open for all all the world to look in , but no one is looking.
To think that I have slept outside because I was homeless. it didn't matter that it was winter. I have slept in burnout homes , abandoned homes . I have slept on porches. I have slept on park benches .i have slept under bridges , under trees .
Once I slept behind a building at the start of the First snow of the season. when I woke up I was covered in snow . Everything was covered. A eearie sight like another world and I didn't know where I was .
On the back porch I slept during the coldest part of the month .I had to take my shoes and socks off .i can't sleep with them on. besides they were wet from the snow. When I woke my shoes were frozen stiff .Try putting on shoes that felt like they were made of iron. my feet had to thaw them out in order to walk without pain.
So when I got clean and sober. got my own place to this day I sleep in the cold. My heat is kept at 65 or less my windows are cracked open and the fan is blowing.
The one thing a bit it i can take a lot of heat .
Course I can bake in the sun with ease .
You know this world is cold to me .Most people are cold to me . I think I have nothing but love for all .least I think I do
I am not cold to anyone.