Bed as refuge

Bed as refuge

1: A place I really like is my bed.  I just feel like whenever I’m feeling sad or something like that I just go there.

2: I was thinking about my childhood bed, too. It was a bed like this, and right over here was a window to the backyard, but no one was ever in the backyard.  So I’d lay on my stomach across the bed and I could look in the backyard, and no one was there so it felt very private.  And you were talking about summer, and I just remember the feel, we didn’t have air conditioning in our house or anything. And you’d have the windows open in the summer, and there’s the sound when the night air comes in and your curtains rustle, and you hear the nighttime insects outside.  It’s this very particular feel to it that we don’t have to our house now because we have air conditioning, and we don’t have as many curtains, or our curtains are heavier or something, I don’t know, it’s just a little different.  But my bed was always a place of refuge for me, too.

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