Fantasy At Work

I'm having another fantasy at work.


My bedroom gets hot. It sometimes affects my wife and I. Sometimes we wake up with the sheets drenched in our sweat. Sometimes we can't even get to sleep because it's so hot. And we certainly don't snuggle like we would like to. Sometimes, we don't snuggle at all. And that tears us up.


We're not sure why this is happening. We know it happens more when our boys come to stay with us for the 8 days that we have them in our home (which still feels great to say, as compared to the 6 days they used to stay before we went to court!!) because we close our door, so the air doesn't circulate as well and it gets really, really hot.


But we have a solution. We are going to buy a window air conditioner. We've talked about it and we know what size we would like (10,000-12,000 BTU), and I'm pretty sure I would like a Frigidare (they have a good rating from the ol' Consumer Reports). And we need to save up to get the $300 it's going to cost to purchase this bad boy. I'm even hoping that air conditioners will go on sale next month, so both of us are looking to August as the month when our room becomes a climate-controlled paradise.


So here's my fantasy. I have the air conditioner. I got it on sale. It was only $100. And I go to Lowe's and get some pipe insulation foam, and I take it all back home, and I install it, lovingly, in our window so that there are no open spaces around the edges of the window unit. It's in there tightly and securely, and no bugs or heat or cold will find it's way into our room. And then, I plug it in. The plug has it's own power strip which has a circuit breaker on it. And the entire strip has been reserved for the air conditioner. And then, I walk over to my bed, and with the remote control, I turn on the air conditioner. Quietly, the machine vibrates a little, and I can tell that it's on because I can almost hear a fan blowing... is that a fan or somebody pulling out of their driveway from the house across the street, I can't tell... and it's quiet and the air starts to move. And my wife's hands make their way to my sweaty neck, which quickly becomes a dry neck because the air has almost immediately become colder. And I lay down on my bed, and my wife throws a leg over me for the first time since the sun moved into our living room, and we snuggle in the cool, cool quiet of our completely comfortable bedroom.


Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Such a nice fantasy.