While meandering around Bed Bath & Beyond this afternoon in search of a suitable set of sheets for a twin bed, and yes, I'm downgrading to a twin bed in the very near feature and it is breaking my heart, I was reminded of my love of beds. What is better than a cushioned surface, supported by springs and feathers? Nothing, that's what. I can't really pinpoint any other reason why I love me a bed; it's quite peculiar, because I don't spend very much time in mine - I'm not a person who lays in bed all day, and I don't sleep all that much either. Anyway, I still appreciate a comfy looking bed because I like to think that one day I will enjoy my bed, it's like something to look forward to.
