The Light in my Bedroom

 

I love the light in my bedroom, and this is the one. The light coming through the window in the evening, and the light on my bed table. And the light coming in the window in the morning -- for a bedroom in the western part of the house, it's awful light awful early in there. I have a big black pillow behind my head that I can pull over my face on the days I get to sleep late, so the light doesn't bother me. 'Cause if I pulled down the window shades, I'd never get up. At least the pillow in my face gets aggravating by noon or so. :)

The light on the bed table is one I got from Gram, it was in her house in Elizabeth when I was a little kid. In fact, the light bulbs still worked, years and years later, some of the first light bulbs made... we took them out and re-wired the lamp just to be on the safe side. It's broken in the back, I think because of a drunken brawl with Uncle Pete, but I could be wrong. There was a story about a drunken brawl and Gram hitting Uncle Pete over the head with a lamp, but I don't think this was the lamp. I think it was a different lamp, with lead in the base. He got a dent in his skull from it. Gram had some great stories.

I painted my bedroom lavendar because this is the light that I wanted in my bedroom in the evening. Peaceful and dim, and ready to go to sleep.

Good night.