A desolate open field lies before me‚ and in it a lonely bed․ As I walk through the frozen pale grass and over the firm dirt‚ I find a comfortable melancholy grasping my tender soul‚ gently pulling me onto the mattress․ I close my eyes and the biting cold turns to a chilled embrace‚ and all is quiet․ The light fades from my world‚ and all is quiet․ This is where I am meant to be‚ and all is quiet․