I loved to read the Little House on the Prairie books when I was young. Laura Ingalls Wilder had me hooked with her vivid imagery. I imagined myself on the ride as the Ingalls family forged their way to Kansas to build their little house. I visualized the fields, the horses, the food (mmm, hot cakes and molasses), and even their life in the little house. Every night the Ingalls women would don their night gowns and brush their hair as they prepared for bed. Oh, what it would have been like to live during this time and to witness this simple life.
Oh wait, I can easily visualize the nighttime ritual at the very least. I just have to think of Imil. See, she wears a prairie nightgown to bed every night. It is a “dress” that fits the length from her neck to her ankles. Seriously, she sleeps in this. I am not sure how it is comfortable as I would get tangled up into the dress every single night. Perhaps Imil lies perfectly vampire-like still in her sleep. Perhaps the nightgown has disciplined her to sleep motionless. Perhaps she likes the fashion of prairie couture. I am not sure why she sleeps in this nightgown but it makes me smile as I drift back to the prairie days of yore.