Sleeping in My Clothes

As a child, prior to a roadtrip, I just slept in my clothes, atop my bed. My stepfather was a stickler for hitting the road at 4 AM. So, I was ready, and simply had to move from my bed to the backseat of the car.

Now, when I sleep in my clothes, atop my bed, it’s because I feel too sad; not worthy of the rituals that prepare one for the luxury of climbing into soft, comforting covers.
It is but a mood that will pass. I always find hope in that passage from the movie “CASTAWAY,” when Tom Hanks’ character explained how he was able to just keep going:

“Even though there was no reason to hope… So, that’s what I did. I stayed alive. I kept breathing. And one day, my logic was proven all wrong. Because, the tide came in, and gave me a sail… And I know what I have to do now. I gotta keep breathing. Because, tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring?”


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About nancsue

Writer - Former newspaper columnist - lover of all things nostalgic, collies, music, humor, and ever grateful to those who defend American citizens at home and abroad.
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