In actual fact, some part of me hurts a little every time I give a suggestion. I spent the past few nights bathed in yellow light mixed with hues of red and I think, it feels so warm. I wake up in the middle of the night just to discover the light is still with me. I know I should switch it off, take it away, but every ounce of me yearns to feel it a little longer. And I fall asleep again, waking up next to the sound of birds and to discover it has been turned off by someone. There is a brighter sky beyond the window, another kind of brightness for me to bathe in without cutting off the flood of yellow with my own hands. But I want curtains now.