Frigid

I awaken to a chill in the air
My sheets may be warm but my room is cold
and I must get up though my legs are bare
why can't the outdoors by climate controlled?

I choose an outfit I think will be warm
and bundle up with a scarf, gloves, and coat
I open the door out into the storm
facing the wind like a brave mountain goat

I start my car and I turn on the heat
It gets toasty as I drive down the road
getting back out in the cold's quite a feat
but I am at work; it's time to unload

It's shaping up to be a frigid day
I'm chilled to the bone; it won't go away.