i have slept most of the nights of the last 30 years nekid. bare nekid. buck naked. quite frankly i found sliding into clean sheets one of the neatest feelings in the world. i could just stretch out and shake off all the day's ick and slide right into la-la land.
but i have to tell ya...i found the ultimate way to sleep the other night as i slid into bed, wearing my new p-jammers, under my new goose down featherbed. ahhhhhhh. air fluffed all around me. i do believe i began to purrrrrr. my feet were warm, my legs were warm, my body was warm, my arms were warm, and my face was enjoying the wash of fresh rain air from the window. an air muffler. yeah. that was nice. real nice. i wasn't hot. i wasn't sweaty. i was mmm mmm mmmm warrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmm. snuggly.
i had forgotten long ago featherbeds. i can not believe i have been deprived of such luxury for so very long. it probably explains why people are so darned cranky all the time. can't sleep? get a featherbed. feel like you got up on the wrong side of the bed? get a featherbed. i am telling you........ if you don't have one, get one!
tonight...george foreman is taking me to dinner.
the new year is coming.......
3 comments:
So....were you bare during your sleep over in the Wheeled Manor?
you're one sick puppy.
Never slept with a goose down comforter... sounds like I should put it on my list of things to get, though.
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