Dreaming of my bed

In which I look forward to crawling into bed.

Bed in the spare bedroom

I’ve reached that strange place I like to call “rested”, for the past few weeks I have felt like my sleep has been decimated by illness and child. Now that my sleep is back to normal I feel I should celebrate by dedicating a whole week to the wonderful world of slumber. What better place to start than my bed.

Bed (n.) Most important piece of furniture

This is my bed.

Double bed in a bedroom

 

I love my bed, it’s where I go to sleep. Or should I say try to sleep as often it is not possible. It’s not been possible for a while due to the hot (but not as hot as New York) weather we’ve been having here so I’m really missing the comforting embrace of my mattress. Instead I’ve been sleeping with my mistress in the other bedroom.

Bed (n.) A place for compromise

My current bed has been purchased because it looks amazing and, more importantly, it’s bigger than my old one. Now that I have to share a mattress I still need enough room to sleep in the various positions I move through. Out with the more than enough double bed and into the just enough queen.

It is the most expensive of all the furniture in the house, in fact the mattress cost as much as the rest of the bedroom furniture. As I like to spend eight hours a day there (even if I don’t get that) I feel that it’s worth paying the extra for the comfort. Plus I’ve previously scrimped on the mattress and I have enough knots in my back to keep Alexander entertained.

It’s a shame because I like my other bed, which has now been relegated to the spare/cooler bedroom.

Bed in the spare bedroom

It was the first bed I bought for myself so still holds a place in my heart. Especially as it can be used as an emergency panic room/body hiding space.

My favourite bed of all time (yes this post has now turned into a list of favourite beds, makes a change from rants about royalty) was our honeymoon bed. Me and Mrs G will often lay thinking about it, especially when kicking each other to move over.

It was the size of Belgium and needed a taxi just to get from one side to the other. I lost a suitcase there, we last saw it behind the Southern pillow range but attempts to retrieve it were in vain, if only we’d saved that lembas bread.

I’ve already scouted out the next resting place for Body-G, despite strict rules on what goes on in the bedroom I am ready to break a big one. I’m going to have a TV bed. Not because I want to watch movies on my mattress, but it’s so fraking cool. It rises out of the base at the push of a button, I could replace the screen with a Wurlitzer organ and live my dream of being an organist at Blackpool tower.

Seriously, a post on beds. Man, this is what sleep deprivation does.

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.”

Sleep is one-third of our lives: write a post about it. Do you love naps? Have trouble falling alseep? Wish you could remember your dreams? Remember something especially vivid? Snuggle under a blanket, or throw the windows wide open? Meditate on sleep.

Author: Daddysaurus

Ah, so you worked out the riddle. You just needed to use dwarfish and the doors to Geek Ergo Sum opened. Or perhaps you just used Google. Either way you are here, on my little corner of the Internet.

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