Late Night Stream of Consciousness

I remember being cold in the winter and hot in the summer

I grew up in an older house

In a time before insulated windows

Or central air/heating

In winter, we used a gas space heater that had to be turned off at night for safety reasons

There was also wall heater

I’d wait for everyone to be in bed

Then I’d scamper to the thermostat and turn it up

I’d take my pillow, sheets and bedspread with some stuffed animals from my bed into the hall

To sleep on the floor in front of that heater

I remember my dad telling me to go back to bed

You’ve got school tomorrow

But I stayed

A mixture of warm blowing air

And

Fitful interrupted sleep

But some of the best sleep in my life

On that hard linoleum floor

Most of all I felt safe

In my nest

The luckiest girl

In the world

Tonight I can’t sleep

Not sure why

This house is cold

The central heat on 62 down from 65

I’m sitting on a hardwood floor

With my Christmas throw

In front on an electric heater

All I need are my pillow and maybe a stuffed animal

B’s voice deep like my father’s

Why are you on the floor?

Time for bed

You’ve got work tomorrow

Huh?

I know

I’m fine

Just thinking

Such a peaceful memory

Of a habit from long ago

I can feel my eyes drifting

Like being hypnotized

You’re getting sleepy and sleepier

A yawn escapes

Weight is being lifted

Goodnight all

Sweet memories

Sweeter dreams

As always more to come

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