Getting Horizontal

Portlights, Polka Dots, Pillows and Moonbeams

A bed that moves matters to those with gypsy blood and wanderlust on the mind. Favorite pillows, king size or satin sheets matter not one whit. What you want from the place you sleep is for that nocturnal preserve to be your best bet for a cheap nights rest. Price is important. You don’t want to be riled up prior to the sleeping to be disturbed by gouging or steep prices you’ll never forgive yourself being forced to pay.

My wife is the empress connoisseur of fresh air. Two portholes from where air may flow into the rear cabin deliver to her specification. Mostly it is quiet here. Early mornings seabirds can moan and cry about one thing or another. We are convinced their frustrations authentic and bless their squawking.

What Sleeping Around Looks Like

I prefer to fall off reading where my wife favors a hard break. Going cold turkey she’ll brush her teeth, hop on into bed then just fall on off as her mind shuts down and sleep comes. Reading- as I prefer- is only forgivable on account of the marriage being vowed and our bond unbreakable. Were we not mated for life the fierce little lady would toss her bunkmate into a fire like a piece of scrap wood for bollocksing up her falling away at the end of the day in peace.

In the harbor sleeping is a near always worry free affair. When anchored out things can take a turn by wind or tide and require the vigilant captain keep watch through the night in the event that natures vicissitudes visit and  make mischief. Anchors drag, lines break, chains snap and boats end up on the hard, beached or worse. You may fall asleep in a dead calm and wake in the dark to howling winds threatening you and your crew in ways that are inconceivably harrowing.

Rocking Gentle into the Good Night

People are inclined by passion to all manner of unwholesomeness. Even when asleep most all of us can still be prone to error and make one or two. In my childhood and while exercising my adolescent privilege to the extreme I denied this truth. Sleeping without error is merely our way of tricking our waking selves seeing sleep as chance. Eventually no matter how you work the notion around inside your head there comes a point where you just have to give into the demon sleep. You may round up your remorsefulness come daybreak. Wait until you’ve had your coffee. Those ready for you to take the blame I’m betting will be distracted by their smartphones and what happens next is there is frequently no account to be held. You cannot ask for a better nights rest with a day getting off to a fresh new start without having to apologize for something you didn’t do. This is the beauty found in the human condition.