I love my bed. But I don’t just love my bed – I’m in love with my bed. I’m crazy in love with my bed and nothing will ever change that, no matter what anyone says.
I always look forward to getting into my bed and going to sleep has to be one of my favourite parts of the day. I get excited about laying my head down on my pillow and I love the warmth that my duvet provides, especially during the colder months.
My bed is my sanctuary, where I can lie back and read my beloved books or magazines, listen to music and spend endless hours speaking to my sister. I’ll sit on my bed to write-up notes, cut out bits and pieces for my scrapbook or watch a movie on the laptop.
My bed is also my biggest comfort, as it is where I will stay wrapped up when I’m sick or in a lot of pain. It is where I will curl up and cry after a difficult time, without it judging me or being a witness to my weakness. It is where I can relax, let loose and be myself after a long, tiring or distressing day.
You may think I’m weird, but my bed is the safe haven that I can always rely on. My bed doesn’t let me down or talk about me or think the worst of me, no matter what situation I find myself in. It is always there waiting for me in my bedroom, ready to give me a sense of comfort and support whenever I need it. I’ve just got so much love for my bed…