At night I slept in spare lodges, haunted by reccurring dreams of the road accident.
That night, I slept on it in our quaint wood cabin perched on the steep mountain face.
Mr. PAUL BROWN: (Singing) Well, last night I slept in the open, down by a redwood tree.
So I slept on it and I listened to it again on the Web, and then I read it again.
Because he did not want to attract the police to the place he shares with other migrants, "I slept under a bridge".
That night, I slept in their daughter's old room, grateful and amazed by the hospitality I'd received just in one day in Quebradillas.
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"I slept better last night than I have in years, and I think that's because it's done - whatever's going to happen is going to happen, " he said.
But the first night I slept 12 hours straight, thanks to the combination of freshly ironed sheets, a mahogany canopy bed and the sound of the crashing waves outside.
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So that night I slept for safety in the church, then I escaped the next day on foot - I walked with my younger children all the way to Ethiopia.
So, you know, my mom said that when I was born in India, they didn't have a bed for me so I slept in a suitcase with the lid propped open.
That first night on the downs I slept in the dubious shelter of a forestry plantation called War Down, tucked into my little bivouac tent while the rain slipped down the conifer needles.
She listened, told me she could see how stressed I was, and then, even though the next day was my morning with the kids, she offered to wake up with them at 6 a.m. while I slept a little later.
"If I go to a hotel and George Washington slept there, I can still read it, " he said.
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It's likely the device let me sleep longer because it thought I hadn't slept enough, he adds.
The thing is I never, ever slept up top.
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Rod and I stopped there and lounged among the flowers, in a dry westerly wind, talking about the downland poet Edward Thomas, the downland painter Eric Ravilious, and why I should never have slept in Chanctonbury Ring.
It was quite hard to get work done this week but that might be the point. (I, for one, slept 12 hours over four nights, trying to write and also network and take in as much as I could).
That morning I was at my mother's, and had asked the question of how she slept in a way I assumed would be as rhetorical as ever.
At home, the puppy, Rose, played with balls, struggled with the stairs, and slept behind my knees while I watched in adoration.
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