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　　The floor was hard and a bit cold; it seems like the blanket does little work, but you`re still thankful. It`s definitely much worse without one. You could hear Lone man`s steady breathing as he lay next to you.

　　"I always leave my pillows and blankets to dry out in the sun," He said. "It smells different, don`t you think? I mean, sun-dried things have a different smell, right? It smells warm, it smells comforting, and it feels like a tight embrace." He stopped abruptly. "I`m sorry, I`m blabbering about nonsensical things."The author`s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

　　"No, I understand you."

　　"You do?"

　　You heard him shift. Strangely, you could feel his presence closer to you.

　　"I do," you replied.

　　"Well, I`m glad. Thank you," He said. "Thank you for listening to me. It feels so nice to be heard for once."

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