It’s cold. Not as cold as Jo’burg or Cape Town, where 0 is the winter norm. Here it’s just cold enough for three blankets and a teddy bear hugged close with the heater on full blast. I fall asleep in foetal position, and I can’t move because the warmth doesn’t spread more than an inch away from my body on either side. It’s just this little cocoon of me and teddy. Always, always, just when I’m there, in perfect warmth, blissfully sleep, that’s when my phone alarm rings. And I have to get up. And then the pseudo battle of my wills begins. Pseudo because goody two shoes me always wins. And so I stretch, bones creak, and skin tightens as it slides against cold sheets beyond my warm bubble. Then my right foot, pushes out first, braving the cold of the tiled floor to find my slipper, toes slipping carefully around until finally the big toes hits it, rubber! That found, out comes the other foot, following in her toe steps, she slides across to meet her, and there lies her match so in she goes. With the feet in slippers, finally I must do the unthinkable, throw back the blankets and get up. It’s the rip the bandage technique. It involves, throwing back the blankets, grabbing my towel and running for the bathroom, get in the bathroom, run the shower whiled dodging the first icy drops, strip, hop back in. I like that pain. Scalding water meets freezing skin. It burns but its burns so good.
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