All summer long, because of the intense heat upstairs, G and I slept in the guest room downstairs. Rarely with anything more than a sheet covering us, and always with the window open. See, upstairs in our bedroom we only have doors that lead to a deck and we lazy people never looked into putting screens on them to keep the bugs out. Instead, we'd get a comfortable sleep downstairs and make our way upstairs to our closets and bathroom every morning to get ready for work. No big deal.
This morning however, I woke to the sound of rain against the window and a chill across my face. It was dark, the room was damp, and the breeze was not the summer breeze I welcomed in for the last few months. It was enough to push me out of bed, because a bed with one thin sheet was no longer warm and comfortable.
I began walking up the stairs with every intention of getting ready for work, but couldn't resist the temptation to crawl back under the covers. To be honest, as soon as my eyes focused on my perfectly made bed across the hall I didn't think twice. I jumped into the warm, fluffy cloud of blankets and for the first time in months I pulled the sheet, duvet and quilt up to my neck. It was as if I was coming in from the cold, or like I had the entire day to sleep away. If only...
I set my iPod alarm for twenty-five minutes, because twenty-five minutes wouldn't hurt would it? Then, as I sank into the pillow-top mattress, allowing the warm blankets to settle around me, it hit me that summer is coming to an end...
When did it hit you?
*The photo above is of a calm, romantic evening on the water in Port Hood. Just me and hubby, floating and watching for black fish. I admired his profile and held on tight as he drove us through the waves, and I felt the wind in my hair at top speed. It was the last beach night of 2013, a night I hope to always remember.*