Cozy

I live in a cozy, and cozy is a euphemism for teeny tiny, apartment.  Three people in here are like putting three guinea pigs in a one-hamster cage and due to the impending snowstorm,  I had two guests.

Since they are family, each one has their own idiosyncrasies, which makes it more interesting.  We found ourselves packed head to tail in the living room trying to eat dinner, watch television, and play Words With Friends on three separate devices, mine being the largest, my computer.

It was like living on an electrical octopus.  Cords ran everywhere as each person tried to charge up his or her electronic devices, but the good thing was that I could turn the heat off.  I now know that my apartment heats up quite nicely on three human bodies.  No furnace required.

Sleeping was interesting.  One person couldn’t sleep with any noise or light.  Another needed the television on and I escaped to my bedroom leaving them to battle it out.  Until….I woke up in the middle of the night.  It seems infomercials are twice as loud as regular programming and Carol Burnett’s voice isn’t half as funny when you can’t see her and are trying to sleep.

Both of my guests slept like the dead while I skulked around the dark living room trying to find the remote control for the TV.  I thought if I woke no one up – no one would miss the television.  The remote was nowhere in sight and I was reluctant to go rummaging through someone else’s clothing and bedding while they were asleep.  I went back to bed, but it was useless.  I had to get up and go back for a second look.

This time my guest woke up and obligingly turned off the TV before going back to sleep almost instantly.  I, on the other hand was now up.  I tried to sleep.  I read.  I played with my teddy bear.  I lay there in the dark waiting to see when the snow started outside.

I fell asleep just as they got up.  I never heard them leave, but they’re coming back tonight.