Romeo and Juliet’s Mummy

January thaw over, we’re back in an Arctic weather pattern here in New England.  Sub-zero and single digits are the norm, bringing lots of crying and counting of days until spring on social medial platforms.

I try not to complain about the weather because there’s nothing I can do about it.

Back when I began preparing for the Apocalypse, I bought an L.L. Bean mummy-style sleeping bag.  I slept in it last night; it’s so warm and toasty, like being inside a power plant.  It’s hard to get up and while I can take small mincing steps around the house or hop around like I’m in a sack race, I can’t stay in this sleeping bag all day, can I?

Curious about “mummies” and “mummification,” I surfed the web this morning.  Mummy sleeping bags resemble mummified bodies, but the resemblance stops there.  The sleeping bag preserves life; the historical sleeping bag embalmed, embraced, and wrapped death.  Some ancient cultures stored mummies in pyramids, sarcophagi, and tombs.

I store my mummy in a bag under my bed.

I wonder if some marketing expert shouted “Hey, let’s call it a sleeping womb” at a brainstorming session.  The mental image of a cherubic sleeping baby is so much more pleasant than a dried out old mummy.

What’s in a name, right?

Come back next Friday.  I’m going tell a story about an old part-time job, working at a bridal shop I’ll call “The White Sarcophagus.”

“That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”

Romeo and Juliet, indeed.

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7 Responses to Romeo and Juliet’s Mummy

  1. Gina Mason says:

    A bit morbid, isn’t it?

  2. Gina Mason says:

    I do believe they could have come up with a better name.

  3. gwynsmum says:

    Yet it sounds so cozy and warm! So much better than my old, worn out LL Bean bathrobe I bundle up in on these cold days!

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