I love my bed. My bed sits up high, so high I need a stool to get into it. I have lots of fluffy and soft pillows. In the winter there are blankets and comforters galore! I snuggle up with my pillows and my pets and my eReader and all is right with the world. Usually.
I sleep all spread out, from corner to corner. Its been a long time since I've shared my bed with someone other than the 4 legged animals. Even when I was married, he was on nights so I've had lots of time to hog the bed.
One thing I've never missed in my bed is another person to share it with. I love being able to sleep corner to corner if I wanted. BUT, the other night I found myself wishing there was someone to hold me, to remind me that everything would be ok, that I am strong enough to do this, that I was not alone in this.
But at 2 am, I have my bed. My wonderful, high, full of pillows and comforters bed.
I love my bed.