Today my mind has been stuck on a thought.
It revolves around that time when somebody is ready to get some rest for the night. When he or she slides underneath their blankets. At first it is chilly and they are not anything near comfortable. The individual moves and adjusts until, gradually, it grows warm. They let their muscles relax and feel the sharp parts of their bodies fall into the mattress. That person gets comfortable enough to let their mind and body float into sleep.
I liked that thought.
I wanted to think it was not just about sleep.
Then I started thinking about how hot it gets at 3 a.m. How that person literally fights their covers and flops around their bed in order to find that initial comfort. It will never quite feel the same as when they first felt themselves release into it. They eventually wake up to live their day.
I did not like that thought so much.
(Especially when they could have been in my bed and we could have been flopping about in an entirely different respect.)
Okay, okay. That was a joke! (Kind of)…
Really though, that is what has been stirring my thoughts. I dont know if I’ve finished the thought yet or if it is even a thought worth finishing. I only wish that things did not have to revert to uncomfort towards the end.