I actually grew up on a farm.
- There were multiple warm season afternoons when I would take a blanket and go out into the barn.
I would spread the blanket out on the hay and lay down. The breeze blowing through the cool barn was enough to cool my hot body. The gentle sound of the horse always lulled me to sleep. I was dreaming they wrapped me in my blanket and I was lying on the hay. I could assume the breeze as it blew across my body. I was shivering from the cool air and was wondering why I would be sleeping in the barn in the Wintertime. I rolled over and looked at the clock. My two eyes were wide open, and I knew I wasn’t in a barn, but in my own home and in my own bed. The chill was real, but the dream wasn’t. I got up and ran to the thermostat to see what the temperature was. Although the thermostat had been set to sixty-eight, it was only forty-six in the entryway. I checked to make sure the window wasn’t open, however I knew it wasn’t. The heating system wasn’t running. I called the heating, ventilation and A/C supplier to report my problem. It was already 5AM, so I refused emergency care. I knew I could wait a couple more minutes, so I wouldn’t need to pay the overtime fee to the heating, ventilation and A/C supplier. I took a hot shower and then I threw on some moderate clothing and sat drinking root beer until the heating, ventilation and A/C tech arrived at 7:30AM to repair my heating system. It was the longest, more than five minutes of my life.