Poetry of sorts

Glow

A room that gave off chills,
never ceasing to creep and crawl.
The room wasn't a thrill,
as you fought for warmth like a never ending brawl.

The floor was hard as you held your blanket close.
Trying to cover yourself,
you huddle deeper within,
but you soon realize that you may not be alone,
as a new form adds to a new tone.

You look farther outside the blanket,
seeing an orb lit afar.
You sit still, not knowing the object,
but you can be rest assured it isn't a car.

You watch as the orb grows brighter,
lighting up the room.
Revealing all corners,
and ceasing your doom.

With a light so bright,
watching over and keeping warm.
I hope you will be rest assured,
for the warmth was like a hug in a weird form.