I am hiding lately.  I love my bed and I pull the blankets up over my head and just peek out.  I can stay that way for a good hour after I wake up and then some darn thing drags me out and up into the world again. 

 I think in my blanket cave.  It is ok to mull over the things in my life that fly by.  It is important to process and analyize what goes on.  The other night I had to recover from a nightmare of guns and fear.  That got me out of my blankets for awhile but then I was right back in there hiding from my dreams.

 There is a radio by my bed tuned to PBS.  I listen to all the reports from around the world and that helps keep me from going too deep into my blankets.  Sometimes I doze off and wake to the chaotic noise of a radio broadcast that doesn't make any sense.  I like quiet the best where I can hear myself think.

 My electric blanket broke and I am glad.  I didn't like being an electric burrito and I think it did affect my senses.   Now with just a pile of blankets on and a small heater to keep the room warm I am happier in my bed.  Too happy?  Perhaps.  But I like to feel rested.  I like to feel like I can be safe somewhere.  Like a kid with a blanket fort I at least have the illusion of control.

 It may be that I think like a child and imagine if I am very quiet and small nothing can see me or get me.   If I try to make myself invisible I will be safe.  Hiding under the blankets, I peek out to see sunshine coming thru the shades on the window and making intriguing shadows on the walls.   That is enough to get me up to continue my search for beauty in the midst of chaos.

It occurs to me that some might have expected a sexy viewpoint from beneath my blankets.   I am starting to write about that part of my life on Hayley's Comments every Thursday.  The view from under my blankets has many aspects.