My bedroom. In particular, my bed. And the comforter. Temp controlled nirvana. Every morning when I wake up, I revel in the stillness and that feeling of security under the covers. Snug. As A Bug. In A Rug!
This has not always been the case. Insomnia has interfered with a good night’s rest since my 40’s. I have tips to deal now though and for the most part, those tips work. Lilac, lavendar and other assorted scents. Sleepy-time tea, no caffeine after 3, turn off all electronics an hour before bedtime. With that, I can sleep again. Yay! And as I was thinking about something else to add to the infinity list, these last few mornings made me think about my BED.
I work downtown and every morning I pass several bus stops on my way to the office. As I get closer, I see the walking wounded. This past Monday, a cooler than usual morning, I saw a man sitting there at the bus stop, hunched over, head almost on knees. As I sat at the red light, waiting for green, I could see him from the corner of my eye, sleeping, breathing slow and shallow breaths. In. Out.
That’s when I thought damn, how awful to have to sleep outside, wherever one can. How bone tired and weary one must be to be able to sleep at a bus stop bench. There are even days when people are on the sidewalks asleep. Grabbing a restless nap before moving along. What an existence? And then I thought about my bed. How the feel of the comforter brings peace. How I wish that peace for everyone. Simple really. Everyone needs a bed.
Then I remembered, the best scene in the Blindside.
As always, more to come.
