Saturday, December 22, 2012
Back in Bed
This month we've spent a lot of time away from home, which means we've spent a lot of time out of our own bed. There's something about spending a couple nights away from home that makes you re-fall in love with your own bed. The familiar smell, the softness of the sheets, the firmness of the mattress and pillows, and the warmth of the blankets. It's just not the same when you're in another bed. It's colder. The weight of the blankets isn't quite right. The pillows are too firm or thick. You feel like the bed is smaller, even if it's not. And then you walk in to your house, all warm and good-smelling, and you get your jammies on and crawl into bed, being careful to let as little air as possible between the sheets. It's cold at first, as sheets always are when they haven't been touched in a while, but then it warms up, and your feet touch your husband's feet, and you fall asleep, breathing in the smell of laundry and dinner and the candle you just blew out.