Carla DeMello
In a sauna, because it was the only option
On the beach in Santa Barbara, which was full of tar in those days, and the next morning my mother cleaned it off me with kerosene
In the top bureau drawer in among the undergarments
In a closet for too many reasons to list here
In a light blue plastic laundry hamper because there was a huge nest of black widow spiders under my real bed
In Los Angeles when I was supposed to be in San Diego
In a bush because I was lost
In a tent that rolled down the hill
In the bed the dog thought was his and wasn’t shy about letting me know
In my very own bed all alone
Stacey Murphy
At my grandmother's, sleeping on a bench next to a potbelly stove in the living room
In a lean-to in 20 degree weather with friends, an inadequate sleeping bag, and adequate scotch
On a beach lounger on a deck overlooking Cape May beach, until the 4 a.m. mosquitos and dew ruined it — then I spent the rest of the night . . . .
Under the dining room table of the beach house overlooking Cape May beach
A bed & breakfast in Rhode Island that was decorated with memorabilia from the Titanic
In a friend's home full of unique furnishings — ours was the room next to the "Zombie Baby Room"
On the floor of a pavilion on a rainy campout, next to a fire, surrounded by children who feared the many bats who lived there and darted over our heads
In a car with two giggling girlfriends on a road trip to see another friend, celebrating just being able to drive at night
On an overstuffed, soft soft bed in New Orleans
Completely and utterly inside my own mind
Yvette Rubio
In my grandmother's big dark mahogany bed in her house on Apple Street
In the baggage rack of a European train in 1968
In a tent in Munich, during the Oktoberfest on a frosty night — the next morning I learned that Jimi Hendrix had died
In a small family-run mountain home called a gite in Imlil, Morocco, (the highest village in the Atlas Mountains)
In a convent, in Assisi, Italy, where I ate green lasagna noodles for the first time
On a plane, many, many times over
On an overnight boat to Crete
In the back of a station wagon somewhere in Alabama
In a chateau in the Loire Valley, where each night I slept in a different room
Beneath a volcano in Guatemala
