A lady in the crowd
This is a time where you go to bed on the hottest night of summer, a night so hot you can't even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of beneath them. The goal is to try to get some shuteye. Then, at some point late in the early hours of dawn, the heat finally breaks free and a night of sweat transforms into a fresh and chilly breeze that gives you goosebumps. You briefly wake up, you notice that you're almost cold, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, you reach over and pull your thin bed sheet around you. Alone that flimsy sheet is enough to keep you warm and you drift off into a deep slumber. It's that drowsy hand reaching outward, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull what's warm- whether it's something or someone- towards us, that feeling we get when we do that, that sense of security and being ready to close your eyes and sleep, that's pure happiness.