how i feel about it sometimes: favorite place edition

it’s my bed.

my favorite place right now, that is.

guess where i am right now as i type this?

yep.

my friday night plans involve having to write a paper (boo)… but from the gloriousness that is my bed (yay!)

i don’t know if it’s because it’s the only place i pretty much stop these days

because i go go go go go

and think think think think think

and plan plan…

i’m too tired to even finish the repetition.

don’t get me wrong

life is good.

FULL.

but good.

and a little, but heavenly, part of that is because of

my bed.

be my valentine, bed.

and i’ll make you these sweet pillows.

perhaps it’s the crazy fuzzy amazing sheets with which my mom graced my bed

or that it’s big enough for me to stretch out, snow-angel style

or because it’s quiet and calm

but

i have never, ever loved my bed as much as i do right now.

the only thing missing

is

a french boyfriend

with whom to cuddle in bed

but

that’ll come in about four months.

ode to my bed.

you are the best.

bedder than ever.

fin.