Flashbacks

Just as consciousness brought me out of my sleep this morning I had one of those time travel moments. I was back in my childhood bedroom on a cold winter morning. If I lift my head out from under the covers and exhale, I can see my breath. It was a fond remembrance. There was nothing recognizably special about these moments just the cozy warmth of six blankets holding me down and the apprehension of leaving the comfort to start the day. Then it was gone and I was back.