Toast

Here's the desire to just feel safely close to somebody (a guardian angel, perhaps?  I don't think I'm even that picky, this week). 

*clink*  I want this cold spell to be over and I can't see the end (I know there is one; don't worry, I'm just not sure where it's at right now).  I feel like I'm here, very much in the flesh, while every single other aspect of my life is either a rock, or a hard place.  It's a pretty difficult position when somehow I've managed to surround myself with immovable objects... when I realize that to survive I need to find a way to exert a little strength, a little resilience, a little mass of my own among them. 

Alternatively, a tiny undead voice in the back of my brain hisses 'the wallsssss are closing innnnnn'.