I'm Sitting in the Cold Writing

We live in a house with four flours. Two of them are partially underground built into the side of a hill.

Those rooms underground are cold. Which is nice in the summer but not so nice in the winter. The radiators down here aren't working properly. Each day the lampista says they're going to show up but never do.  

So I'm sitting down here with my hood over my head writing.

It's my little cave. During the winter we don't get a ton of light down here.

So I'm just a little goblin in a cave, typing at my keyboard.

Don't come near me, I bite. And do whatever goblins do.