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J.K. Ghillis's avatar

It was easier to accomplish the blanket kicking when I'd lived in the States – you still had the top sheet for cover. In Europe, where I'm now, there is no such practice. Once you kick the covers to the floor, that's it. No top sheet. You're there, uncovered.

Having said that, that's exactly what I did last night, after my third dream, in which my long-gone Mother came to me with a face of a kind wild boar. I kicked the duvet off the bed, and lied there naked (no pyjamas for me), not wanting to get up, ever. That is, until my Mother would tuck me in again.

Thanks for sharing a lovely poem – it made my day.

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Joshua Nearly's avatar

That settles it. I’m goin’ back to bed!

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