So I was walking around, after lighting a candle, with one of those long-armed lighters deciding where best to lay it down.  Not on the bed, not on the wood drawer unit, definitely not near those loose papers; the fear of starting an unlikely fire hazard moving through my brain at high speed.  Finally, I settled on my glass top makeup table.  No potential catastrophic issues there. A few days later, the lighter still lay there.  And, as I set in motion the tasks of my usual morning ritual, I sat at the makeup table, hot rollers poking out…