a good night's sleep

I love sleeping in a very cold room.

Senior year of college, I had a small single with a window above my bed. I remember opening the window, turning on an electrically-heated blanket, and then crawling into bed. 

But now, I can't even fathom the idea of an electric blanket. Do people still buy these?

My apartment is hot. I even had the radiators in my two bedrooms removed years ago. When I used to have friends over (ah, I long for those days), the first thing they'd ask upon entering my apartment was, "Why is your apartment always so hot?"  It could be any time of year. The date never mattered; the question was the same.

I run my AC every night of the year in my bedroom. It goes on when my light goes off.

Even still, I decide I'd really like a duvet.

In March of 2017, I get in touch with Meryl at Harris Levy, my go-to place for most bedding. She recommends an all-season duvet, adding, "The summer weight ones are too flat; you won't be happy."

It takes me a while to come to a decision. 

But I finally do. More than three years later. 

I buy the all-season, 38-ounce Hungarian goose-down, 650-fill power duvet. 

The first thing I do when it arrives is put on a duvet cover — no easy task. It's then that I realize that this duvet is going to be too hot. I have no explanation for why I didn't realize this before the strenuous, complicated effort of putting on its cover.

So I return it for the same duvet, instead with a summer weight of 28 ounces. I am sure by now Meryl must hate me.

But this one is great. Definitely puffy enough for my taste — not at all flat.

Last night the air was perfect. Crisp and biting cold. I open my windows wide and let the city air (and noises) in. 

I sleep well, awakening to an over-chilled room.

Yesterday morning my room was 49 degrees. Even better.