There was a toasty electric blanket somewhere under me.There was a toasty electric blanket somewhere under me. God that felt great. While I was thawing out, I looked around the room--remember, at this point all I had seen was the living room and my bedroom, with a few glimpses of other rooms we had walked by. I could see an adjoining bathroom; the bed was in an alcove with mosquito netting hanging from an arch over the alcove. There is a sink right out in the bedroom, as though the bedroom had once been used for something else. He lit a candle and put it on a small shelf in the alcove. I could see some paintings on the wall that I didn't recognize, landscapes. I knew he hadn't had them in Chicago. We had slept on a heated waterbed in Chicago, but this was a futon. Quite a change. We'll be sleeping on grass mats next. |