There are metal loops surrounding the sides of a mattress – which could only be stuffed with paper – they look ideal for fastening. So I do. I lay there with it. With the brightness and the dark. The brightness being, of course, too bright, and, whether out of compensation or relativity, the darkness too dark. When I listen to the ups I could fly away, when I listen to the depths, it’s a free-fall. So I strap myself in, and I won’t make the mistake of living without restraints again. I won’t make the mistake of being too free again.