I Should Be Cold
Before I get into the purpose of my post, let me tell you about the air conditioners I have. At my parents’ house, I have the one that they bought the summer my mother was pregnant with me. I only discovered that we had this air conditioner a few years ago, so it still works, and it is LOUD. But my bedroom is like an ice-box compared to the rest of the house. At my apartment, I have a heavy-duty air conditioner made for large open rooms, and I’m in a pretty tiny room. So my rooms are cold, and I love it. I sleep with my comforter on the whole year through. It’s awesome. Except when I wake up in the middle of the night dripping with sweat. There’s this instant where I just NEED to get the covers off, find the sheet again, and go back to sleep. And then I hear it: the air conditioner. And I know. I’m low. And moving to get anything is going to sap all the energy I have. And I grab juice or tabs or gel and suck it down as fast as I can. And I stare at my ceiling. Waiting. Sometimes I’ll test, but often times not. Unless I think I need more. If not, I’ll wait until I feel the need to pull my comforter back on, turn off my light and hopefully fall back asleep without incident.