Bed…a simple word but the actual item itself is such an amazing thing. There’s nothing like crawling into a welcoming, comfortable, blanket covered bed after a long day/week/etc. Growing up, I always had a twin bed. It was a super comfortable twin bed mind you, but I always dreamed of having a double or a queen when I got older. When I got out of my last relationship and moved to where I currently live, the stars aligned and I finally had a double bed. My parents added to the joy by giving me a new mattress for my birthday a couple of years ago.
My room is a sanctuary in itself. Because I rent a room and even though I have full reign of the rest of the house too, it just feels like my one true space. All the pictures, the decor, the furniture…it’s all mine. I’ve bought most of it on my own, a testament to my hard work. It’s a place I love to come home to and to relax in at the end of the night.
And I feel the same way about my bed. Not only am I lucky to have a roof over my head to begin with, I know how lucky I am to have a bed to sleep in too. A place to lay my head and to rejuvinate before the start of another day. A place to keep me warm and comfortable. A place where I sometimes do a lot of my thinking (too much thinking sometimes in fact).
I’m so grateful for the room…and the bed…that I have to get into every night.