OLD MAID

I love beds. I think about being in one all the time.

Most people dread Sundays but I have grown to love them in recent weeks. While I tend not to sleep in, and instead run errands, visit with friends or hop to the gym on weekends, I find myself back in bed before not too long.

Sunday Afternoon

They say (whoever they are) that you’re only supposed to use your bed for sleep and other, ahem, noctural activities. I, on the other hand, use it for everything short of eating or painting my fingernails.

It’s a comfy place to be. This past Sunday, as the sun was setting over Vancouver Island, my entire bedroom was flooded with radiant gold light, and it was impossible to feel anything but amazing.

Sunday Afternoon

I read in bed. I write in bed. I blog in bed. I watch TV and movies on my laptop in bed. I knit in bed. I talk on the phone in bed. Last night I was so cold from the weather and tired from the workday that, not long after my muscle-relaxing warm bath, I found myself back in bed – before 8pm, I might add.

Maybe it means I’m getting old. Maybe it means I don’t know how to go out and have fun. But, at the very least, I’m warm and comfortable in my own little haven of pillows and down feathers while I do (or don’t).

(Hey, at least I didn’t write about my search for the perfect french fry.)

10 Comments on “OLD MAID

  1. i actually bought a couch that’s so deep it’s like a second bed, which means i’m almost always on one or the other reading, writing, blogging, or marvelling at my puppy. i have to go work out before i sit down (on the bed, or the couch) because doing so reduces the odds i actually get back up.

  2. I think it’s the opposite of getting old. I fully take advantage of lounging time because when I have kids, those days will be gone.

  3. I’m the same way Keira, my bed is my command base! And I can’t remember a time in my life when my bed wasn’t, for me, the place to be.

  4. as soon as i wake up i get out of bed immediately no matter what.
    also, i usually prefer to sleep on the couch, no matter how lovely my bed is.

  5. I have written haikus about my bed and some days before I let myself get out of bed I count to how many hours will have to pass before I can get back in again, like a goal. I fund Saturday night for me involves freshly washed sheets, and if I really wanna go crazy, I’ll wash the duvet cover. Oh, bed.

  6. I wish I had that kind of relationship with my bed.
    Sometimes I wake up with horrid back pains, I need something that fits my bones.

    -However, I am commenting from my bed.

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