Concept: me alone on my bed near the window, I can feel the cold wafting off the thin glass. The snow is falling slowly, white fairy lights barely illuminate my room but that is not what I am paying attention to. Outside the snow is beautiful, there is a street light glowing sickly orange and there is a cat sitting on the road. There are no vehicles and the only sounds I can hear are the humming of the furnace on the other side of the house and the radio playing Christmas music in the next room. I am not sad nor happy, but I am content. In this moment, I am convinced I will be okay.