12. That Blanket Goes Nowhere
Some days that blanket is just not going anywhere, because it is too cold and no, I refuse to exit the warmth of my soft burrito. Winter mornings are a battle between the comfort of the bed and the cruel, cold world outside. Wrapped up like a caterpillar in a cozy cocoon, the thought of leaving for the mundane tasks of the day is almost a betrayal.
Coffee? It’s merely a lukewarm promise in a mug, not nearly enticing enough to abandon ship. Breakfast becomes an exercise in how much you can do while still enveloped in your blanket fortress. And the shower? It’s like a waterfall in an ice cave, shockingly brisk and all too brief. We’re all just a bunch of warmth hoarders.