Time Machine

When I was growing up my house did not have central air or heat.  We always lived in older rent homes that were drafty and cold.  I remember huddling around space heaters and sometimes even setting up shop in the kitchen, the warmest room in the house.  

At night I would get into bed and snuggle under layers and layers of covers.  At first I would be cold and my teeth would chatter but soon I would create a warm cocoon.  My head would be the only thing sticking out and the difference between my body in the cocoon and my head in the cold was always so striking. 

I thought about all this last night as I climbed into bed.  My apartment building was built in the 1950s.  It has a wall of windows which isn't a good insulator and it gets cold.  I snuggled under the covers with only my head in the chill and was transported back in time.  I felt like I was eight years old again, under the covers, protected from the world.  If only that feeling could last forever.

 

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