I want a pair of fitted sheets. I miss fitted sheets so badly, which is funny because I didn’t often consider their existence, except when my mom made me fold them, because as any 9-year-old knows, they suck to fold.
And now…it’s conceivable that I would trade a pair of strappy girly sandals (that I do not have) for a pair of fitted sheets.
Conceivable. But not definite.
Here, we use flat sheets. You tuck the flat sheet around the mattress corners and pray it stays there. But the way I sleep, you wake up drooling on the mattress itself, tangled in two flat sheets, and unless it’s an extremely lucky morning, you fall right out of bed.
Oh, what a morning it could be with fitted sheets… And how blissfully unbruised my (sickeningly pale) thighs would be…
They tried to teach us in Conceptual Foundations that counter-factuals bring nothing but pain. (I think actually that it was they aren’t so helpful except in theory, but same difference.) Should’ve listened.
But some yearnings are just stronger than our rational will. (Don’t think I don’t I hear you listing pairs of lips in your mind as you sigh and think, “Oh so true…”)
whether or not it counts as materialism, you made me think about fitted sheets, which, lets face it, is not something I do often. Thank you for the change in perspective! I am now truly grateful for something I used to take for granted just a few short minutes ago. (unless you are reading this post in july of 2010 then it would be like years ago, but you know, I meant a few minutes ago from when I actually typed this comment. )