Last night, I felt the urge to listen to music boxes. No big deal, everyone likes different things at different times. But strangely enough, it really comforted me. See, as a child I never owned a music box. My 4-year-old sister has one, but I never wanted one. But music boxes give me this warm, familiar feeling, and I feel comforted and safe. I'm thinking it has something to do with me being a fictive.