It's Getting Hot In Here....

I'm a creature of sunshine and warm weather, no doubt. I can deal with heat a heck of a lot better than cold, both because it just intrinsically bothers me less and because I'm better at consciously adapting to it. I can pin my hair up, I change my eating habits, and in drastic situations I'm capable of throwing away my deep-seated opposition to bare skin and wandering around the house and neighborhood as close to naked as legally possible.

There's just one thing that I can't change, though, and I'm not quite sure I understand it. No matter how hot it gets, and no matter how stifling it is, I can't sleep without at least a sheet over me. In the winter, I tend to keep the room cool and pile on the blankets, but even at the peak of summer, when the thought of any other fabric against my skin makes me ill, I'm completely and utterly incapable of falling asleep with my body uncovered.

It's not a shyness thing, since I'm in the privacy of my own home and bed. It's not a cold thing, either, obviously. I don't know whether it's just habit, or some deep subconscious need for safety that translates as seeking a barrier between myself and the world, or.... whatever. But I do wish I could train myself out of it, given the chokingly hot week ahead of me....