Happiness is...
The way the sleeping bag holds all of your warmth with you. I like to cuddle in and zip it up to my chin. After that, nothing can escape my little forest green envelope.
The other amazing thing about sleeping bags is their properties in making you feel like a kid again. When I was a kid, my parents would almost always be forced to tuck me in tight. With ease, they'd stuff my sheets under my legs and into the nooks of my hips, and they'd kiss my forehead goodnight. I'm still missing that kiss, but I'm feeling pretty good about being trapped in two small feet of blanket room! I get some of my best sleep that way, despite the solid camp floor.
Hello Tettegouche, how I love you.
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