Sometimes I sleep naked. Sometimes it’s because it’s hot. Sometimes it’s because I’m exercising one of the many excellent rights one has as a person living alone. Sometimes, it just feels like too much of an effort to put on any type of clothing after peeling off the ones I’ve been wearing throughout the day’s trials.
Whenever I consider going to bed without clothes on, I briefly think about what would happen if there were a fire or some other kind of accident in the middle of the night and I had to quickly leave my apartment. Occasionally, this flicker of foresight will cause me to rethink the nakedness and tug on at least a T-shirt. Other times, I say screw it (usually not out loud) and slip into bed with nothing between my skin and the sheets.
I’m telling you this because I feel like it represents the conflict we all go through every day, which is the same one that’s at the heart of this book I just read. Read the rest of this entry »