The brick fireplace was my favourite place in the world. Flames always danced in front of my face, sparkling in my eyes. Heat radiated off my face, making me sweat.

It was warm, but it felt good. The light burnt my eyes, but I liked it.

It wasn’t enough, though. It’s never enough. I need more. More. More!

I never remember what happens. First it was the stable. Then the house. And now school.

When will it end?

I guess I kind of like it, though.