This morning Los Angeles had a little jolt. I was laying in bed thinking. The next moment I saw, felt and heard a ripple go through the ceiling beams, I felt the jolt, and I thought - ah, it's an earthquake. There's a moment of recognition, of what is happening, and then always the wonder - is this the big one - how long will it go on for - and when it passes - a question of aftershocks.
This morning's quake was just a baby. And after the moment passed, I rolled over and snuggled back under my comforter. And I thought about how much I love this bed: my swedish tempurpedic.
Let me count the hours I spend on you, in you, refreshed by you, comforted by your soft receptive memory foam. How I am always surprised when returning to your cold hardened surface - you soften with my heat. I imagine the coldness of space - the environment you were developed for. How cold it must be up there, supporting the warmth of a human body. Cocooning it. As you do mine back on earth. Thank you science, thank you human desire to travel in space, for developing this most wonderful technology I can enjoy nightly on this earth.
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