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The Heating

I never thought that I'd be sat up at 2.30am, bonding with the heating.

It starts like a slow buzz, gently letting you know it's there, that it means business. Big, hot business. It's coming alive, nothing is getting in its way. It's powerful and all-encompassing, yet softly supportive.

I admire the heating.

I want to be ready at any moment, at the flick of a switch. Ready to roar. To smell like hot metal, capable and consuming.

I am reliable, comforting, radiant and strong. My continuous rumble a reminder of my presence.

I would listen through the slats on my bed, knowing this was home. Whatever the day may bring, the night had the heating.

It whispered to me that we would be alright.