It’s edging into fall. I can feel it. The nights and
mornings are starting to get cool and crisp. Not to mention its dark when I wake
up now.
I hate that it’s dark when I wake up.
I’m not a morning person anyway, but toss in
warm and soft with the dark and it’s a recipe for a snooze disaster.
I have this great down comforter that I really love. It's
light weight but super warm. The only thing I don’t like about it and, in fact
every other down comforter that I’ve owned, is in spite of their promises that
the feathers won’t drift; that their box weave construction will keep the down
evenly spaced, it most certainly does not. The foot of my comforter is all
bulky, near exploding, with fluff and the top is all thin. I get a little
claustrophobic when stuff is in my face, so it’s not a horrible thing, but
still. It looks funny when I make my bed.
Being super smart like I am (snicker) I think, okay, I’ll
just flip the comforter around and eventually the feathers will drift and space
themselves out again. This doesn’t
happen. Ever. Why the heck not is what I
want to know!?!
Anyway, said comforter is totally soft and warm and wonderful. When combined with the memory foam topper that hugs my body, a cocoon of amazing is created. It's only a sense of responsibility and the knowledge that my cocoon of amazing would disappear without the smelly green stuff, that forces my body out of bed on those dark, cool mornings. The promise of a hot cup of caffeinated deliciousness might help as well.
I toss and turn a lot and often can’t sleep, but I love my bed.
Only one thing could make it better. I’ll let you muse on that. ;)
