He lay in bed restlessly, listening to the winds that had been birthed in the Pacific, and travelled across the San Francisco hills just to rattle the cheap metal window frames of his apartment. He thought about about getting up to find a washcloth to stuff in the gap between the sashes, but he was too cozy inside his comforter. The crappy heating system had no thermostat, so without constant manual adjustment, it was forever too warm during the sunny California days, and too cold at night when the ocean sent it’s foggy arms out to massage his bones with icy fingers.