it is cold and damp. a fireplace sits unused; i cannot get to it. i miss the fire. i remember a time, a fire, long ago. curled up together, dreaming of better days. days when we might have our own fire, warm, happy, home. a dream of home, of warmth, still a dream. lost then, cold and scared, battered. longing for the protection and comfort of a home, so out of reach.
now i sit in my home, cold. having to weigh the cost against the comfort of heat, as i had to weigh the desire for the TV, its size only accommodated by sitting in front of the fireplace. a trade-off i don't regret, such wonderful things brought right to me, things sharper than real life, no need to leave. i can hole up here, protected, for now. still, i miss the fire, it's unique warmth, warming through and through. i'll just go turn the heat up.
i wonder what's on TV.
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