as I jump out of bed, all I want to do is lie down. Not on my bed. On the floor.
I set two alarms, the first one is a gentle nudge telling me to turn the heater on for half an hour.
The second, is your average “get out of bed now or you will ruin everything for everyone” screech. This, is when I want to collapse on the floor.
The reason for this madness has nothing to do with my distaste for sunrises or love of uncomfortable snooze-button sleep. The reason, is that I have floor heating. Heated floors…
My floors are heated!!!!
Pipes… running underneath the floor.
I also have a rug. It’s all piley and shaggy. It warms with the floor.
Prostrating myself on the floor in the mornings is like floating face down in a carpet spa.
The wallpaper is kitsch. I’ve embraced it. The floor is warm. I’ve embraced it. The hot water is the cold water. I’ve gotten used to it.
My apartment is probably better than yours.
I thought you might like to know all of that.