When rescuers and searchers arrive at the site of a
jetliner crash where the plane has plummeted to earth or into the ocean after a
breakup in midair, they often find victims stripped of their clothing. The sudden violence and abrupt exposure to
wind speeds of hundreds of miles-per-hour is sometimes enough to peel-off shoes
and socks.
Apparently, I sleep like a plane crashing.
The other morning, I woke sprawled across my bed at an
abnormal angle. When I came fully aware
of my surroundings, I discovered one of my pillows fully naked beside me—the
pillow case for the pillow was crumpled against the headboard and far from my
reach. The rest of my bedding appeared
to have been frozen while caught-up in a tornado beside me.
I have noticed that my 40 pounds of housecat often
refuse to sleep in my bed…maybe they have developed a fear of flying.
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