Complexities of Bed Life

There are times when the very basics of life are too complicated for me. For instance, take flat bed sheets. Nothing could be simpler. It's a giant rectangle. It's flat. It's usually some fun color(s).

Yet at some point most nights, I wake up in such a tangle that my brain can't seem to figure out what happened. The sheet somehow gets twisted around my ankles or is missing from my shoulder or even seems to disappear from the bed completely. Since my sleepy brain is fond of bizarre thinking, I'm pretty convinced that flat bed sheets just pretend to look all flat and simple as a way of catching me off-guard.

As soon as I sleep, it starts practicing its wrestling holds and using teleportation to go explore far-off, usually freezing cold, lands. I know this because as soon as I wake up more, the sheet returns and pretends to be squished in the farthest corner of the bed from me and is super cold.

This is how I woke up today. Luckily, my quilt decided to join the sheet and had some wild adventures elsewhere. All I know is that I was drowning in pillows, my knees were cold, and the sheet and quilt were in mound down my left foot. For two flat pieces of fabric, they sure are complicated.

Moral of today's story: I woke up at 4:30 and this story probably won't seem nearly as funny when I get into normal waking hours.

An Erinku!
my neighbor
with wooden windchimes
thank you for the sounds