The scent of sulfer invades my senses as I strike the red tipped stck across the corse strip of the little yellow box. It fizzles into life, catching alight, and carefully I put it to the wax-dipped wick. Slowly, it catches. I watch carefully, fearful that it won't stay lit and I will be once again bathed in darkness. It must feel my need for its power as it becomes brighter, much brighter than any little tealight has any business being. Gently, I shut the door on my lantern and set it up on a nearby table, marvelling as it illuminates its small circumference. All the shadows that it creates make me feel safe and a little warm, even though it is bitter here. I pull my blanket tighter, lying down, my gaze fixated on the tiny friendly flame as it waves happily from its confines. Its light flickers in my drooping eyes, lulling me to sleep with its gentle sway. As I drift away, I wonder if it knows how short its life will be and if it does, is it happy burning itself for my comfort?