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There is no greater feeling than lying awake in a winter bed. The covers protect me from the cold air that fills my room.
Normally, I would have to force myself out of bed, stroll to the coffee machine and await my fate for the day.
Today, like the past several weeks, I have been given the gift of time.
The COVID-19 pandemic has forced the nation into self-isolation, and with that a forced sense of boredom. I have been keeping myself busy. Exploring the depth of the internet, the pile of clothes in the corner of my room and the patience of my siblings. But it is on cold mornings like today, that I stay in bed much longer than I should.
Is it weird I gain so much comfort from this place? The confines of my bedroom covers act as safety from the cold morning air. I lay awake, eyes closed thinking of when I should move. Thinking that if I count down from ten I will be able to face the wrath of the outside world. Yet I stay, for what seems like minutes and becomes hours on end. I stay in the depths of the covers, imagining all the possible things I could have done today, but did not.
There is no greater feeling that lying awake in a winter bed, until the moment comes when you step out from under the blanket that protects and into the unknown of the day. One step and the feeling is gone. But there is another that comes with this, one that is far greater than a winter bed.
Normally, I would have to force myself out of bed, stroll to the coffee machine and await my fate for the day.
Today, like the past several weeks, I have been given the gift of time.
The COVID-19 pandemic has forced the nation into self-isolation, and with that a forced sense of boredom. I have been keeping myself busy. Exploring the depth of the internet, the pile of clothes in the corner of my room and the patience of my siblings. But it is on cold mornings like today, that I stay in bed much longer than I should.
Is it weird I gain so much comfort from this place? The confines of my bedroom covers act as safety from the cold morning air. I lay awake, eyes closed thinking of when I should move. Thinking that if I count down from ten I will be able to face the wrath of the outside world. Yet I stay, for what seems like minutes and becomes hours on end. I stay in the depths of the covers, imagining all the possible things I could have done today, but did not.
There is no greater feeling that lying awake in a winter bed, until the moment comes when you step out from under the blanket that protects and into the unknown of the day. One step and the feeling is gone. But there is another that comes with this, one that is far greater than a winter bed.