They were perfect in every way. So soft from many washings, full coverage including feet, and my favorite color – yellow. That’s why the disaster that befell my favorite pair of pajamas was so devastating.
One bitterly cold, wintry night, I lay cozy and snuggled in my bed. I could barely move because I was tucked in all around with sheets, blankets, and a couple of hand-made comforters. So when I woke up in the middle of the night needing to go to the bathroom, I decided it wasn’t worth the effort. Our old farmhouse had no furnace; just two coal burning stoves on each end of the house. Our house was very seldom cozy warm in the winter, and upstairs, where my brother and I slept, there was no heat at all. I would just wait until morning. I quickly fell asleep.
“Time to get up!” shouted…
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