I am loving sleeping under my mosquito net. I think it’s such an amazing thing that I
think I’ll still sleep under one when I get home. It’s delightful.
For a start, I’ve been eaten alive by mosquitos. I don’t even know how they’re getting to me,
all the time. Even up my thighs and I
don’t know how they’re getting there! I’m
wearing long trousers or skirts all the time.
They are just so determined. My
feet are quite bad, I’ve got one almost on the sole of my foot which is very
very annoying. But Sarah’s feet are even
worse (although she’s insists they’re getting better) they look she’s got a
very bad rash. Everyone is really concerned
about them. They did look bad. But at night, the little buggers can’t reach
me. I am in a bubble of safety. They may be in the room but they will not
pierce my skin. Oh no. Sarah didn’t have her net up for a while so
she’s now got the scars to prove it, while I smugly sit there under my magic
net.
It also makes me feel a bit like I’m at home. At home my bed is in a space where my
wardrobe used to be and I’ve got curtain coming down the sides so it makes me
feel all enclosed and snug. Here I’ve
got this net about me and it kind of feels the same which is lovely. I’ve got something surrounding my head so I
don’t wake up and immediately freak out because everything’s so different, it
now gives me an extra few seconds of peace.
It also lets me put my legs out of the sheet because no
monsters can reach me because I’m still protected by the wonderful, magic,
mosquito net.
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