We’re having work done on some of the kids’ bedrooms, with the side effect of our bedroom becoming a storage center (Canadians: storage centre) for a whole lot of stuff. The result was that I had to sleep in the basement last night.
[Sleeping downstairs was not a bad idea anyway, given this heat. It seems the designers of this home and its A/C thought that we should all be moles and live underground; no discernible cold air reaches the air ducts on the second floor. Our children's toys are well-chilled.]
So I came upstairs this morning and found the Rebbetzin asleep in my bed. The switch made sense, given that hers was loaded down with assorted childrenswear, but it still threw me for a minute. When I opened the door and took in the scene, it was a Ghost-like moment, like I was gone… For a moment I felt like I was actually dead, and seeing the room from another plane.
I’ve always had serious death fears, and although I’ve come a long way, I still think about death a great deal more than is healthy. So this was a natural leap for my imagination.
I've done the same thing in traffic - after narrowly missing an accident, feeling momentarily like my body actually was in the accident, and now I'm moving along in spirit alone. [Am I the only one who does this?]