I am sitting in the light of my television screen. I can’t sleep and I just had some hot chocolate to try to make me less restless (and I am dang hungry). I am thinking about why I love sitting in my dark room watching TV. I’ve come to a conclusion though. When I was little, none of the bedrooms in my house had TVs. In my world, TVs in bedrooms were only something I saw on TV. But, when I slept at my grandmas, she’d let me watch TV in bed, and of course, I thought that was so cool. It seems so funny to me that turning the television on while laying in bed still makes me feel special. Alone in my room on a Friday night and I couldn’t care less as long as that light flickers across my bed leaving everything else in the darkness — playing reruns of Friends no less.