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my bed is soft and warm, i crawl in every night next to the person i dreamed about for years. i can't imagine crawling into bed with anyone else ever again.
i can remember though. i can remember crawling into many places to sleep. finding shelter for the night, and picking up a few friends along the way. a comfy couch in an apartment in east brainerd, before that a not so comfy couch in hixson. a tiny apartment in east ridge, a fabulous view out a back bedroom on signal mtn, the a fabulous view out of the front bedroom thanks to a change of rooms and a wayward occupant...hehe. i crashed in a house on mississippi, and one just a few blocks away, many a night spent on the side of lookout mountain, later on a nice little couple in georgia let me sleep over in rock springs, i've laid my head in dunlap, and red bank, and a duplex here and there in the hills and vallies of tennessee. many nights near camp dixie, many nights near big soddy creek, a few nights further south, atlanta, birmingham, san antonio... home is a word...right? home is just a word...