After eating I lie back on the sofa and think of bed, but there are a few things that need to be done first. I get a big mug of tea and walk outside. The howling wind has calmed and as I walk across the lawn to a seat, I think of what I would like to do tomorrow. I never get to think about it because as I reach the seat everything changes. I lie on the seat and look up and there, like a gift is the most beautiful sight in existence, the heavens, twinkling as if God was looking down on me.
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Later in the piece, Fred listens to 'the most relaxing song I can think of', 'Untitled 1' by Sigur Rós. So here it is.