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?
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.
and a little, but heavenly, part of that is because of
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
i have never, ever loved my bed as much as i do right now.
the only thing missing
a french boyfriend
with whom to cuddle in bed
that’ll come in about four months.
ode to my bed.
you are the best.
bedder than ever.