I woke up about 3:00 am, for no good reason. As I snuggled in my bed and tried to get back to sleep, I finally decided to try to meditate my way out of insomnia.
The sheets, warm from my body heat, felt silky soft against me. The air in the room was chilly, but the bed was perfect.
Just the right number of blankets to keep me warm without being too warm. And exactly the right weight. I like the weight of blankets on me: even if I'm just taking a nap (a rare thing), I need to have a blankie.
The night was nearly silent. I could hear the hum of the refrigerator and the snuffling of my Chloe dog, who may have been sniffing out rabbits in her dreams.
I thought of my Sweet Hubs, camping out in a wilderness area on his deer hunt. I was sleeping on his side of the bed, so my head rested on the same pillow where his head rested the night before.
Gradually, dreamily, I drifted back to sleep, feeling the softness of my warm bed and feeling my heart near my husband.