My Duvet

It is the end of October before Halloween and daylight savings. After a summer of heat and humidity the temperatures at night are decidedly cool, cool enough for me to call down the heavy eider of maximum togs, a measurement of thermal insulation.

It is like greeting an old friend you haven’t seen for a long time. The relationship is picked up where you left off in winter’s demise. It is a warm and comfortable arrangement. “Hello darkness my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again” comes to mind. The sound of silence follows enveloping sleep with a chance to dream. It is no wonder that a duvet is sometimes appropriately called a comforter.

Down under a duvet is called a ‘Doona,’ a name from a trademarked brand name derived from the old Norse word ‘Dunn’ meaning down feathers. A broader meaning could be stretched out of the word doona meaning a set of rules such as “ Doo…na do watcha want”

Doo…na sleep on top of the doona. Besides being so cold and uncomfortable as in the princess and the pea fable it is not a remedy for a good nights sleep. You want to be ‘doon’ under the feathers for sure.

Doo…na smoke under the doona. Fire is not required to keep you warm. This is where the togs become important. If the smoke detector goes off other sleeping folks will not be amused and you may wonder where that black eye came from.

Doo…na dream of a waterfall. The sound of cascading water may bring on some unwanted waterworks that will wake you up in an instant.