I thank God for having the sort of parents who go without heat for a night because they know I'm on the edge of a sinus infection and want me to feel energetic, productive, and healthy the next morning.
Blankets! Beautiful, warm, fluffy blankets, with fuzzies inside and out, and enclosing me in their soft embrace. Sweatshirts, fleece pullovers, poofy arms.
I have always slept perfectly still. I fall asleep gently too, although in the past my mind would rage, as torrents of ideas, experiences, and tasks would plunder rest from the consciousness of sleep. So now I listen to audio every night. These days, it's usually the BBC.
This week, it's an abridged version of Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse Five.