The recent spate of cold weather we had made me realize that when I go to bed at night I'm very much like a caterpillar. I make myself a cocoon with the sheets and blankets, putting as many barriers between the cold air and my body as possible. This all came to me the other night as I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up in the morning I rushed to the mirror (well as close to "rushed" as anyone as decrepit as I can), expecting to see that a wonderful transformation had taken place and I would be like a beautiful butterfly. But alas, I'm still a caterpillar.
TW