The first time I slept naked

I was at my grandparents’ house the first time I consciously remember choosing to sleep naked. I’m not sure how old I was. I think it was just before I moved back to Jamaica after living in Australia with my aunt and uncle and two cousins for a year. So I was maybe twelve or thirteen.

It was winter time and I’ve always been a fiend for an electric blanket so I cranked the blanket up to three and shed my peejays before getting into bed. The flannel sheets felt like the softest thing I’d ever touched. And it felt so naughty, that anyone could walk in and talk to me and not know that, under the covers, I was totally naked. To this day, climbing into bed nude with freshly shaved legs is one of the greatest feelings on earth. I can only describe it as feeling like you’re not there – that you’re so smooth, naked and hairless that everything just gliiiiiiides over you, not really touching you. It’s delicious.

From then on, I was hooked. Wearing clothes to bed made me feel tangled and uncomfortable. Eventually I would grow to love being naked all the time but that wasn’t until much later, once I got past my teenage self consciousness and poor self esteem. I still sleep naked in summer but not so much in winter time.You see, I’m one of those people that’s always cold. If I stand in a shadow at the height of summer, I’ll feel cold. I’m not even exaggerating (much).

We used to have an electric blanket but one day we found it had burnt a small hole in the material and Jared banned it from the house. I was willing to be more forgiving, after all, it was a very tiny hole and we spotted it early and we didn’t die. I mean, what harm had it really done in the grand scheme of things? Having an electric blanket meant I could sleep naked all year round, which was a plus I was willing to make some sacrifices for. But Jared wouldn’t budge. He kept throwing around words like “safety” and “health hazard”. In the end, I gave up.

So, as you can see, sleeping nude in winter is not going to work for me (damn it, I miss my electric blanket!). But summer time, ohhh yeah. It’s on, baby. Nighties be damned, it’s nudie time.