It’s an old jacket you keep on wearing because it feels like “you” despite the fact that people say it doesn’t “go” with anything.

It’s a night out with your close friends, the few who have seen you at your lowest, vomiting into a gutter at 3am or pining after some greasy guy who doesn’t deserve you and who is clearly after your mate.

It’s that feeling at the end of the night when you are queuing for the night bus in the freezing cold and you remember: there is your bed, there is a window where you can look up at the stars and there is the morning with breakfast and (possibly) sunshine where everything will seem lighter…