“couchbed”
The best part of being sick was having a bed on the couch. Mom grabbed a clean bottom sheet and tucked it into the cushions. We could snuggle in with three pillows behind us and she’d lay the top sheet and as many blankets as we wanted over top. She’d bring us soup – chicken noodle or Ramen – and a towel and she’d make us put our toweled heads over the bowl and breathe the hot steam. We’d sip ginger ale and sometimes a little Coke over crushed ice. We’d watch cartoons and fall asleep, pushing the pillows and covers on to the floor.
