Last weekend, mid-afternoon, there was a lot of excitement when son phoned to say he couldn't find his daughter and would we come over to help look. All tried to remain calm and neighbors joined in the search. She was eventually found under a pile of comforters drawn back at the foot of her bed, dead asleep, deaf to he frantic callings of her name. She was so tired after out-of-town company had left, that she continued to sleep on into the evening. I believe we all slept hard as well.
The fabrics of this journal quilt suggest the numerous layers of covers that hid her, the bed and her quietness, as well as our energized nervous systems!