Sleeping…
Sleeping has been a problem for me most of my life. Namely, the problem is that when I’m sane, I can’t get enough of it, and when I’m Insane I can’t get any at all.
I’m living away from home right now and the Bery Family has a wonderful bed for me here. It has a new matress and flannel sheets and a down duvet. I think they’re trying to convince me to move in here forever because I do handy things like play with the baby and manage their fields. If only they needed me for more than three weeks out of every year, I’d be set.
Getting out of bed in the morning is especially difficult while here because the sheets are just so… flannel-y. So luxuriously soft, as though they were made from the down of day-old chicks. As though you’d washed the finest sheep with Infusium Conditioner every day of its life and then shorn it with shears made of gold.
Berry season is also particularly difficult because I wor from seven in the morning until eight at night. Regardless of what you do for a living, when you do it that continuously, you’re tired.
And now every day I have to tear myself out of this bed, and some days I literally have to be torn, and it pains me to know for the rest of the year, my bed will be empty, my sheets without my sunburned and peeling body.
I think of my bed and my sheets and the lovely duvet without me for eleven months of the year, and I feel a little bit sad.
July 3rd, 2007 at 12:15 pm
The bane of anyone not really interested in waking up is a comfy bed. I have a problem too in the winter, with the warm flannel sheets I put on.
Enough about beds and sleeping, where’s the PBR guy?