See . . . OH, two
When I was a kid I would sometimes sleep completely under the covers, for many reasons.
Of course, there's the everpresent boogey-man (or 'boogerman' as Mr. Burns so eloquently put it) hiding in the closet or the unknown hand ready to strike from under the bed.
Sometimes I was just cold and wanted to be all warm - your own warm breath can do that, if you've brushed your teeth before bed.
Every now and then I just wanted that feeling of quiet and solitude - of being in my own little world.
Whatever the reason, though, I ALWAYS wondered one thing - how, if I'm under this bed and every time I breathe in I use up a certain amount of oxygen and every time I breathe out I expel a certain amount of carbon dioxide, how is it that I don't just run out of air that is fit to breathe and succumb to the stale carbon dioxide-filled atmosphere I've created in there.
How . . . HOW???
Somehow, it just works out.
Now, if I could just stop thinking about the coat on the chair in the corner of the room . . .
Of course, there's the everpresent boogey-man (or 'boogerman' as Mr. Burns so eloquently put it) hiding in the closet or the unknown hand ready to strike from under the bed.
Sometimes I was just cold and wanted to be all warm - your own warm breath can do that, if you've brushed your teeth before bed.
Every now and then I just wanted that feeling of quiet and solitude - of being in my own little world.
Whatever the reason, though, I ALWAYS wondered one thing - how, if I'm under this bed and every time I breathe in I use up a certain amount of oxygen and every time I breathe out I expel a certain amount of carbon dioxide, how is it that I don't just run out of air that is fit to breathe and succumb to the stale carbon dioxide-filled atmosphere I've created in there.
How . . . HOW???
Somehow, it just works out.
Now, if I could just stop thinking about the coat on the chair in the corner of the room . . .
