Slowly she began to feel her eyes lull , the breeze from her open window to the right cooling the rooms tepid state. To her left the pile of pillows and teddies on the bed embraced her gentle lean, aiding her into a sense of security. Her toes slightly tucked into the edge of the now worn wool blanket, the frays of edges tickling her soles. As the voice from the phone grew further and further into the background Jesse sensed her frustration drifting away almost as if in sync with the slowing of her breath. As jesse’s grip loosened and the screen of the phone darkened the days heartache seems to dim too, being replaced by images of Willy wonka, unicorns on motorbikes and all things sweet.