The snuggle struggle is real
4 min readNov 6, 2022
I can’t get up. It’s dark o’clock. I’ve burrowed so deeply into my blankets that they feel a part of me. I need them. There’s no way I can leave them. And then I feel it, the cold air. I realize my hair is actually cold. The tip of my nose is cold. Every part of my body not covered by this glorious down- filled comforter is a painful, frigid surface I must somehow immediately cover. And that’s when the bargaining begins. “It can’t be 6…
