Books in the Bed: Stuffed Animals For Grownups (Or Me, Anyway)

I've been going through not such a sunny patch, which also includes difficulty falling asleep and difficulty staying asleep.

The other night I got into bed, together with not one but three books.  Books I've read at least once, and several I've read more than once. 

This morning I finally really made up the bed, including sorting out all the pillows.  I found seven books (some frivolous fiction, some non-fiction, and one not amenable to categorizing).

When I was in elementary school, I had a significant number of stuffed animals decorating my bed.    Some went on the floor at bedtime, but more than...well, three or five or more were pillow decorations or cuddle objects or whatever.  The ones on the bed were companions into the dreamtime and companions when awake in the night.

I don't have any stuffed animals now, and haven't for over forty years.

But it dawned on me that the books in my bed this week served the same purpose as those long-ago stuffies: deep night companions when wakeful.

Comments

[Kendra]

I can relate. Although my books make nice, tall towers next to the bed and on the side table.