... felt so cold, that the warmth of your bed isn’t enough? Seeking warmth without finding it. Clawing onto a warm blanket without it stilling the cold. Like standing at a cliff, with wind and waves of the ocean rolling over you and no clothes to protect you.

And then there’s music.

The gentle voice that sooths and tames the wildest of creatures. I’m warm. It acts like a shield for the icy water scolding my body. That one precious fire that warms my hands at a winter night. It lulls me to sleep and takes away the loneliness.

That is, until the record stops playing.

Small flakes of snow fall on my back, sending shivers through my entire body. The bitter coolness of water and wind thundering down on me once more. And there’s no shield. No fire. No soft voice to warm me. I’ll whisper your name, wishing you’d hear, and talk to me. I’m lonely.