I woke up past my usual wake-up time, but it is still dark at 5, just like it is at 4. Waking up to a view of a lighted Christmas tree is pretty darn nice.
I used to sleep on a couch all the time. My little house didn’t have a bedroom for me. I was bothered much more by the lack of a closet than the lack of a bed, to be honest. This made people look at me funny. But sleeping on the couch is almost cozier than the bed, more like a treat, a camp-out, a sleepover. There isn’t a lot of room. That’s okay because it ends up working like swaddling a baby, calming me down and holding me still.
I could go curl up there again, if I didn’t have to go to work and all.
