my bed

Something that is very important to me is my bed.
I love my bed. It is the place I go when I'm tired from dancing, after talking to people on the streets, when I'm cold, when I'm grumpy, when I get home from work to watch neighbours online and where I wish I could cuddle up to someone special. That will happen one day, and that will be the day I don't have to heat up my wheatbag (that's now lost its lavender smell from overuse) unless I've got period pain. Which I have today, reminding me how much I also like my mooncup. That's an invention that makes me feel more like a hippy than anything else!!

So I'm gonna settle down in my bed about now, read some more of Stuart and drink my ovaltine before sleeping (hopefully) and waking ready for the week ahead...