daily life/inheritance

Last night I slept in this bed. It was my Grandmothers and before that my Grandfathers. I found my eyes opening this morning and not knowing where I was, but when my hand brushed against the headboard, all these thoughts flooded into my head and I thought I was in my Grandmother's old bedroom. It was comforting and disconcerting all at once. I really wish it was possible to be in that room one more time. But alas, the house was demolished long ago. Interesting way to start the day...