I put on my old coat.
I thought about playing in the snow
and chewing salty, right-by-zipper fabric.
I transformed into a giant purple marshmallow
stuffed with down feathers.
I cringed at the washed-out dirt marks
lining the sleeves
and laughed at the moments that a created them.
I played zipper races up and down my forearm
faster, fast, faster.
I had to hold the sleeve.
I flipped up my halo of warmth
and leaned back to welcome the security-
but still missed the slightly itchy fur rim.
I snuggled into the warmth of memories.
I nearly fell asleep on the couch.