Radiator.

There is a strange calm that washes over me. The calm of a perfection that I cannot even comprehend. A sweetness in the stillness, a comfort of knowing that it is what it is what it is and nothing more. Maybe something more. But it needn't be anything more. Because as it is, it is perfect. Heat that radiates and hums even, but doesn't scald. Never makes me jump. It is there, within my reach, and far enough away that I can bask in its glow and sleep sweet. And sleep sweet I did. Even when the winds beat against the windows and rattled the old panes. Even when the heat burned hotter, it never burned me. Only radiated and hummed. And let me sleep sweet. A strange calm washes over me, glazing eyes, and unraveling hands from fists, and tugging at the corners of my lips. The calm of a perfection few will ever understand. I cannot even fully comprehend it. But it lets me sleep sweet. And sleep sweet I did.