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.
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.