Last night, (still in burnout recovery) I lay facing up in my bed. My comforter is white with bold maroon stripes; my pillows don’t match, instead, they’re a solid bright firey red. Both windows were open, they’re the kind you unlock with a hinge and wind out, kind of like a book. They’re on the wall to the left of my bed, the openings are facing each other so, unfortunately, I’m not catching one bit of breeze. I had a fan blowing on the right side of my room. It’s the long upright kind that does too much while you sleep and too little when you’re awake.