On a completely unrelated note, this time last year, I was on the Lido deck. Just sayin’.
In my new house, I live in a bedroom in a finished basement. I love my room, and I love the fact that I essentially have my own door to the outside and my own driveway. Plus, the gigantor TV is right outside of my room, so when I fall asleep watching television, I have to stumble all of five feet to my room.
However, because my room is in the basement, it gets cold. Especially in winter. I realize the weather has yet to make up it’s mind about which season it would like to be, every other day it’s winter.
It used to be that my down comforter was enough, but the added chill was forcing me to sleep in socks, pajama pants, a t-shirt, and a hooded sweatshirt. Most night, I found myself sleeping with the hood up, curled into the fetal position.
For some reason, Melanie’s old comforter was hanging out in the living room. I’m not sure why it was there, but I took it and put it on my bed for the night. When I woke up in the morning, I was actually warm and cozy. So much so that it took a tremendous amount of extra effort to wake up and get ready for school.
Flash forward to this morning. Saturday morning. A morning without alarm clocks disturbing my slumber. And now a morning without the bitter chill of winter to disturb it either.
I woke up around 8:30 cuddled in warmth. I was comfortable that I stayed in bed for about another hour watching the morning news and reading Stephen King’s new book, 11/22/63. The best part? I wasn’t sleeping under a thousand layers of clothing.
Granted, today’s weather ended up being gorgeous and not cold in the slightest, but I still live in a basement, and it still gets wicked cold in there, and I still woke up rested, happy, and warm.
