Four Little Words

What do I want? What do I want? What do I want? Seems like an easy question, no? No. But these four little words have been propelling me forward for some time now. I'm sticking with forward because I'm still optimistic that's the direction I'm headed. I think. Yesterday, I knew. Maybe tomorrow, I'll know again. But today, I think. Such a loaded question, too. Reeks of selfishness. It shouldn't, it's an important thing to figure out.

What do I want?

Right this second, I want my feet not to be cold. Slippers.