When it's rainy and miserable and damp outside, I just want
to get into flannel jammies, grab a blanket, a book and a lamp
and find a nice corner or nook to get comfortable in
and pass the time.
Sort of bundled up like Crockett is behind me now.
He was out in the rain this afternoon so I cocooned
him up so he could get cozy and warm.
He is snoring so loud and is in a deep sleep.
I grew up in a bungalow in the bedroom between the kitchen
and the bathroom. The result was that my bedroom had 2 doors.
One door accessed the kitchen, the back door and the stairs
going down to the basement.
The other door led to the hallway by the loo, the other bedrooms
and the end of the living room.
My room was a thoroughfare.
Why walk around when you can walk through in 5 seconds?
My Mother did teach us about personal space and
boundaries and not taking each others belongings without
asking, but still, privacy in my room was all but non existent during
the waking hours.
The result was I'd escape to my closet. It was very deep
with an elevated floor as it was built over the stairs to the basement.
I would have to step up into it.
I would take in a lamp, books or a radio and spend hours.
Luckily it had a bi-fold door with slats so I could
close it and still breathe.
I think I read all of Judy Blume's
Are You There God It's Me Margaret
in one afternoon comfortably in my closet.
I remember when I read the first Harry Potter book, I loved that
he stayed in the cupboard under the stairs.
When I saw the film, I knew that if we had a closet like that
when I was a kid, that's where I'd be found.
My current time-suckage activity is going on virtual home tours
of teeny tiny living spaces on Apartment Therapy.
I would LOVE to have this in my bedroom.
Cool sleeping pod.
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