Brrr…It’s cold inside

My radio turned on at seven this morning, as usual, I got up, went to the bathroom, decided it was too cold to stay up, and got back in bed. It is usually warm when the radio turns on; that's one of the things that gets me out of bed; I don't like sleeping when it's warm. I didn't give it much thought, just burrowed under the covers and went back to sleep, radio and all. The radio turned off at eight and I just stayed under the covers, denying the reality of my cold house. I had some funny dreams, which I remembered. Usually I don't. I was sitting in a stadium with my cousin Kenny who kept handing me tissues to wipe my nose, and I was embarrassed about it. I guess it was so cold my nose was running. And I remember speculating about having lost the heat as part of a dream, but it didn't cause me any anxiety. That's really denial. I didn't want to deal with the whole thing. I finally got up at nine, called the landlord and it's fixed now.

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