To a British students horror

The chill air awakes my groggy self,
Feeling for a duvet I tug
Keeping warm I chant, is good for my health.
I dug some more immersing in heat,
With sunlighting blinding my eyes
Finally, my stomach yells to eat.
Dragging my shaking body up,
I tumble downstairs
And reach for a hopefully clean cup.
The kettle on, I wander to the fridge,
I open to find no milk remains
Not even a smidge.
My horror is pulsating,
I just stand in silence
Waiting.

Devastation

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