Confessions of a bedophile



I love my bed. Sure, I love a lot of other things, and even a few people, but bed is near the top of my list. It is as close to getting back in a womb as most of us ever get. Soft, warm, comforting, inviting. A place to let go cares and woes. It is the place to relax and to drift away. 

Bed carries me to a dreamland where I travel to unknown cities and meet the strangest people. My dreams are a lot more exciting than my life. I am surprised I sleep through them. 

I go to bed early and get a good 7 or 8 hours of sleep but that doesn’t stop me from napping a couple times during the day. Maybe I caught something from our cat who can put in 18 to 20 hours of bedtime a day. Even my lightweight conscience won’t allow me that. I do try to remain minimally responsive during daylight hours. In a pinch there is always a recliner nearby if I suddenly feel the need to collapse. 

Great technology is not only to be found in airplanes and computers but equally in bed and bedding. Beds now mold to your body and adjust their temperature for maximum comfort. They can fold up or inflate till you feel like you are sleeping on a cloud. Pillows surround and engulf you. Flannel sheets serve us for winter. Cool linens comfort us in summer. Soft blankets and comforters guarantee snugness and warmth. If you can’t relax so ensconced, you never will. 

I’m surprised so many people can drag themselves away from their beds and go to work. There will always be bed lovers. Those of us who won’t take the path that takes us far away from our beds. We know that path leads to tension and distress. So hug a pillow, pull up the covers, and go to bed. You’ll be glad you did.