Back to the car

My badness.

Should I write a whole post about how I'm not going to post because I'm trying to email, and chat with, and call, friends or should I actually post or should I just ignore the blog.

I put a period because I am not asking a question, but stating a dilemma.

I think I'll go so far as to tell you one thing that happened.

Last night, it was bedtime. I was barefoot, not minding the cockroaches that I might accidentally squish on the way to our room. My custom is to climb to my bunk and dust off the bottoms of my feet with my fingers. That keeps my bed from getting full of dirt prematurely.

However, this time I was surprised to see, not one or two, but more than five cockroaches on Ephraim's bed. On his mattress, on the wood (climbing up), and on the desk attachment. I flicked off the largest one and squished it with his shoe (I prefer not stepping on them). But I had premonitions as to what my bed would look like.

Surprisingly, there were none actually in the blankets.

However in the crack between mattress and the bed there were three, obviously just waiting for me to lay down so they could snuggle in. I mean, it's not that bad. But I just would rather not share the bed with insects.

So I said,

"Ephraim,"

"Huh?" He said. I don't like that creepy mood he gets in.

"I'm sleeping in the car."

He scoffed.

"Just over a couple cockroaches?" He says that, but I sometimes feel like he's trying to be tougher than me. As if it's not easy as pie.

"Yeah. Goodnight."

I hauled my blanket and my pillow, with some difficulty, to the car. All through that cold night, I reminded myself,

"Better than the cockroaches."

I figured out there was a crack below me, and no amount of body heat could fill it. It just kept on letting in cold air (and my sleeping bag can't close), and I kept on getting colder till I put my head completely under and curled into a little ball.

Then I dreamed I was in a hot, humid room and there wasn't quite enough to breathe.

I had just said,

"It's a bit stuffy," with the slightest of English accents, when Ephraim woke me up rudely by knocking on the door.

We had to move the car.

Tea this morning was delicious.

Have the most delightful of afternoons, ya'll.