Stay in your lane , young man <| sep |> Are either of you a decorator or was this a buy it all and it matches piece or do you have great taste ? <| sep |> 1 shot tho <| sep |> Doesn ' t work for me as well . Such a basic easy feature to fix . But hey , we got an update with Turkeys ! <| sep |> It was dark . And cold . And lonely . But I did not hate it . I ' m used to this , am I not ? I got up , steadying myself by leaning on the wall . It was a few notches before dawn , but I could only barely see the faint tendrils of sunlight from out the bedroom window . As it is , and always has been . I weave around in the dark , slowly heading for the front door . My hand reaches for its icy knob , and was met by a painful jolt of static . But flinch , I did not . It doesn ' t even hurt now , I muse . How many days has it been ? Weeks ? Months ? I don ' t know anymore . I don ' t care anymore . I ' m used to this , am I not ? I step through , bathing myself with the freezing winds of a latewinter dawn . Then I heard it a voice . One so gentle , so warm , that I almost felt revolted by it . It sang with such strange kindness . Or was this loneliness ? In that way , with my two arms , I embrace the spring wind . I don ' t know why , but I started searching for the voice , walking slowly throughthe dim , grassy meadow beyond my stead , its dewcovered blades sending sharp chills to my bare legs . But shiver , I did not . It doesn ' t feel cold anymore . Time is still ours to spend , so I ' d love it if you won ' t sayJust up ahead , on the sloping hill , the voice sang on , echoing , almost angelic . I trudged onward , clothes now soaked in dew and mist . It ' s cold . It ' s dark . I want to go back . I wanted to turn tail and head home , back to the comforts of my own darkness . But on , I walked . What is this pain in my chest ? Why does hearing a song I know not , hurt so ? One step on the peak , and for some reason , I felt . different I felt . warmer . The voice was close , just behind this small narra . What would I find ? Who would I find ? For the first time in so long , I was afraid . I knew that this voice , its source , is one I know not of . I knew it was not the cold I grew to love , the darkness I fondly cherish , the loneliness I long have nurtured . And I was right . That we ' ll forget this day someday . The sun . The sun finally rose that day .