Once upon a time, Jeremy and I went to a college in Arkansas, a place that has four seasons. That would include a real winter. Not a brutal winter, but it could and would have freezing or near freezing temperatures those months. Our junior year, we lived in Cone 206. [Remember that, for it will become a major player for some future stories.] Cone was a brand new dorm that had two sleeping areas, a bathroom, and a shared living area. We lived with two others, Ryan and Jon. Jon was my roommate and Ryan was Jeremy’s. In hindsight, it is ridiculous that we didn’t trade roommates, for Jeremy and I both love it cold while Ryan and Jon both prefer warmer/deliriously hot*. There were constant battles over the thermostat, but these are stories for a different time.
To get to the story at hand, Jeremy would often sleep on the couch in the living area instead of his room. You see, Jeremy would turn the couch around so that it was facing the window right up against the wall, and he would sleep under his down comforter with the windows open. And it would get cold.
Now, I’m not sitting in judgment for this. Recall I love it cold as well. In fact, the previous semester, Jeremy and I were proper roommates and we both slept with the windows open during the colder months.
No, the best part is how he warmed up in the mornings.
By closing the windows?
Please.
By raising the temperature on the thermostat?
Hardly.
By running the blow dryer under the covers?
Nailed it.
*Jon so loved the heat that, in the summertime, he would return to his car after church and just sit in the baking metal box it had become. Without turning the car on, let alone the AC. I believe Jon suffered brain damage during these times.
