The thermostat slides over in my hand, 'tick,' as it catches up with itself and clicks into place. Small flowing sounds of a silenced indoor waterfall fill my walls as the vents are refilled after their parched summer. More 'tick tick tick' and whirring as the inner mechanics come to life like a long dormant construct. The smell of dusty warmth escapes into the air and my two bedroom apartment readies to adjust itself to a crisp 69 degrees. It smells liked sun warmed cat fur.
Something oddly comforting about the sounds and smells of turning on our heater for the first time this year.
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