To that special, cozy place,

Oh bed, how I love you so. You are the beginning of my days and the end of my nights. You are the space that I dread to leave and the space I dream of returning to each morning and night. There is nothing quite as warm as you. When you wrap me in your voluptuous covers like a burrito, in there, there is a 10° difference between your snuggled sheets and the outside air. The snowy white duvet that fluffs at every ounce of movement I make, covers your white sheets so pure and soft. As my sore and tired body climbs into you, you welcome me and mold to help me find some relaxation. You are not too soft, you are not too hard. Your pillows are so delicate and smooth, just the perfect combination for a comfortable place to rest my sleepy mind. With you, I am at peace. I can sink freely into a deep abyss of lively thoughts, and with you, I know I am safe. Above all, I thank you bed, for being there when I am sad, when I am happy, when I am angry, when I am too lazy to assert myself into the world, and for being my number one pal when everywhere and everything else is just too much to handle.

Thank you for being my sancutary.

Sarah