Island in the Sun

Last night it was sleeting and thundering, and it reminded me of one of my favorite memories~ of a rare mid-winter storm. My two best friends (since kindergarten) and I were at one of their houses; her boyfriend at the time was being a douchebag and she needed cheering up. We watched Inception and Pocahontas cozy in her bed while the wind shook the house in mid-December. When it came time to sleep, it was too crowded so I made myself a pillow-lined cozy spot between the bed and the wall. Before dawn I woke up to the sound of heavy falling rain and thunder. Coupled with the sounds of my friend’s steady breathing in sleep, it was one of the most peaceful and comfortable moments I can remember.