And then one
student said that happiness is what happens when you
go to bed on the hottest summer night, a nigh so hot you
can't even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the
sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is
probably more accurate. And then some point late,late,late at
night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and
the night turns cool and when you briefly wake up, you notice
that you're almost chilly and, in your
groggy, half-counciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet
around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and
you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it's that
reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull
what's warm-- whether it's something or
someone-- toward us, that feeling we get when we
do that, that feelings of being safe in the world and ready for
sleep, that's
happiness.
