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The "bed" I slept in at a relatives house was a wooden board, covered with linen clothes, and propped up to waist level with boxes. I was used to sleeping on your typical mattress, so the sheer hardness of a wooden board took some getting used to.
The first time I slept with a girl, as a pre-teen, due to a shortage of beds in our apartment over the holidays. Yuk, I didn't sleep a wink, nor did I foresee that in a few years, I would radically change my mind about such arrangements.
A concrete floor in Sangamon County jail is the worst place in general that I've slept (though it was clean; there are far worse jails that I've thankfully only heard of), but for quality of sleep, that would be only second worst. Worst for quality of sleep would be my own second floor apartment during a heat wave and power outage. I slept on a pad next to my open balcony door, and STILL didn't get much sleep.
I think the worst was my parents' basement. My then husband and I had to sleep on a LOVESEAT sofa bed. It had big, black , wrought iron sections on each side of the mattress that served to close the thing back up. When I'd turn over my foot would SLAM against a piece of that crap.
Oh, there's more. On their ceiling register (where the heat and air blew down) they hung a wind chime. So every time the a/c came on there was this clinking of glass that woke us up. I asked my mother why on earth she had that thing hanging and she said, "we like the sound." OK: so do I but they didn't sleep in the basement.
We left first thing the next morning and I think my dad was mad.
Viet Nam; It wasn't cold, but let's just say I had a chill everytime I closed my eyes. This is all I will say on this matter. Don't ask. Don't pat me on the back. I did what I was ordered to do, and that chapter is closed.
Front passenger bucket seat of my 1994 Ford Ranger, at a truck stop in eastern Arkansas, in August....humidity was beyond bad.....
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