Fly.

You press your forehead against the wall. You feel the cool against your skin.

You close your eyes.

Now, you can see.

You soar through the building, through rooms and halls, cold in the space that you occupy. You are searching for warmth. You follow the light, follow the voices until you find who you seek.

You tell him you are awake.

He knows.

You tell him you are lonely.

He understands.

You tell him you want to fly.

He will help.