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Oh, this?  This is just a snapshot of the fridge this morning.  WITH THE LIGHTBULB ON.  No big deal. 

There I was lying in bed last night, shivering under all my layers.  It had been hours since I had turned in.  I was tired and wanted sleep to come desperately, but couldn't shake enough of the cold to get comfortable.  I didn't think another night without heat would be so trying.  Had the temperature dropped into the thirties?  My mind wandered.  Now would be a good time to have a big bear of a man wrapped around me.  I dreamed of huddling in his warmth.  But dreaming of such things doesn't do much.  I curled myself into a ball and massaged my cold feet.  I started feeling sorry for myself.  Just then, as my sister and her boyfriend noisily pitter-pattered around the apartment, making every minute that ticked by even more grating, a floor lamp in the living room lit up.

Just like that.  It was almost as pretty as a trimmed Christmas tree.

I felt like I should probably kiss someone.  Or slap a high five.  Maybe a fist or chest bump.  Something.  But no.  I couldn't move.  Did I mention that I was frozen?  Instead, I refocused my eyes on the light coming from the living room.  I smiled at its soft yellow and willed myself out of bed.  It was past one.  With the lights on, the cold felt more bearable.  I busied myself with the task of cleaning.  I started with inside the fridge.  It was past three when I returned to bed, but when I did, I left my bedside lamp on for a little while, to take in the imagined warmth from its lovely glow.