Day 13: Bugs in my room
If there's one thing I hate, it's bugs in my room.
I hate having my windows open at night (especially during summer) because all you get are little tiny bugs flying around in your space. Little insects with one purpose - to drive me nuts.
I hate the idea of falling asleep when I know there are bugs in my room, just because I've watched too many YouTube videos where bugs crawl into people's ears, or that one fact about people eating spiders in their sleep. Yuck. It's not that I'm scared of bugs...just more that I'm disgusted by them.
As I look around my room, trying to figure out if I have killed any winged creature that moves so I can sleep comfortably, I do think about the fact that within the space of four walls, a ceiling, and a floor, is a space I do call mine. I have a bed, I have a light, I have a power socket, and I have a place to store my dressmaking mannequin (and yes, I own a dressmaking mannequin). This is my room, this is where I come to sleep at night.
I say all this because each morning on my way to work, I often see remnants of someone's makeshift bed next to the carpark of a field. I haven't spotted the person sleeping there, but I know he's always around. There's a dirty blanket, a few loose pieces of clothing, and a tiny stack of possessions, sheltered under a motorway overpass.
There's a chance that the guy who sleeps there hates bugs in his space too like I do, but it's probably a minute worry compared to everything else he probably has to deal when he tries to sleep at night.
It's a simple thankfulness - a house to live in, a bed to sleep. Despite how I feel about the bugs in my room, at least I'm safe and sheltered.
Now excuse me while I just kill this mosquito.
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For the month of January 2016, I'm writing 31 personal stories about things in my life I'm thankful for. See all my posts during my month of thankfulness here.
