Some days I just want to sleep in. Well not really sleep in, but curl up in the quilt and stay cacooned, protected from the pressures and demands of life outside the bed. Not that bed doesn't have demands. But there are times, early in the day when the others are still asleep that I can pretend, and hide, and enjoy, for a time.
After all doing anything can be so pointless. If I help a lady cross a busy street I am enforcing a stereotype of female weakness and taking on the responsibility of exposing her to whatever additional dangers that side of the street might hold - not to mention the risks when she needs to cross the street coming home. Of course if I don't and am seen, then I am simply being callous and furthering the downfall of the family values that had made us "strong". No wonder I want to hide in the bed-covers.
Stay hidden... or become active... or start afresh...
© Farmer 26 January 1996