Feather Comforters

Fears; fate

Annoyances; loud music

Accomplishments; active awareness

Confusions;  the reemergence of the “soft grunge” blogs

Sorrows; having a stranger as a brother

Dreams; holistic nutrition, feather comforters that never lose their shape

Idiosyncrasies; every emotion I display ends up transforming into a smile

Risks; brief stint with horse acrobatics

Beloved Possessions; now-  my bookshelf. then- my bookshelf.

Problems; living in the past, living in the future, living anything but the present

I think I’ll elaborate on my feather comforter, that damn thing. I have gone through three different types of feather comforters in my years. The first one I had to get rid of because my cat peed in it, so we can completely erase that one from the equation. I depend on this comforter to keep me warm; I am a warm-blooded creature that somehow still manages to be uncomfortably cold 24/7. In the winter, I sleep with three blankets, that comforter, and flannel pajamas. In the summer, I sleep with a sheet and, not surprisingly, that evil comforter. How can I stay warm when all of the feathers migrate toward the bottom of the bedding? Goose feathers, why must you disappoint me? I can’t remain comfortable when one side of the bed is blessed with a mountain of down feathers, while the other side is unproportionally lumpy and bare of warmth. I should just protest down comforters, I really should. I spend every single night shaking out my bedding, desperately hoping that I can balance the feather-to-sheet ratio. The problem with this, you see, is that it’s only a temporary fix. I wake up cold because the feathers have left my side and scooted down to hang over the side of the bed. It’s preposterous, it really is, seeing a comforter transform from perfectly fluffy to unevenly lumped.