My name is Martin, and I never sleep in pajamas. I wouldnâ€™t want to be wearing pajamas when I have to run out into the street. All the neighbors would be gathered, lured away from their TVs by the shriek of smoke detectors and the wail of sirens. When my house burns down, Iâ€™d prefer to be fully dressed, so I sleep in a t-shirt and shorts or sometimes track pants, depending on the weather. My slip-on shoes, perfect for a fast exit, are always lined up by the door. I canâ€™t sleep unless they are in their place.
|Rituals of Love by Maggie McGuinness|