Confession # 22
I love my bed!
It is an 18 inch, NASA foam pillow top mattress, with 300 thread count island cotton sheets, 2 pima cotton blankets, a down duvet and 4 large down pillows. It is so comfortable. I call it my own private cloud.
This week has been so crazy. I have been going non-stop since 9:00 AM Monday morning, and the rest of the week doesn't look like it is going to get any better. So tonight I ducked out of my board meeting a little early, came home and climbed into bed.
It feels so good to be home. The house is quite and still. The warm weather has allowed me to open my windows and the sweet aroma of jasmine fills the air. My dogs' slow steady breathing is lulling me into a relaxed state. And the glow of my PowerBook makes me grateful that I can write down my thoughts about my private cloud from my private cloud.
I have always retreated to my bed when things got rough, I have always climbed in and pulled the cover over my head and waited for sleep to temporarily take me away from my troubles. Tonight is different.
Tonight, my bed, my private cloud is a treat. A place where I can be alone and enjoy the only quite moment I can squeeze out from a hectic week, a place where the only expectation is to dream, a place where no one is invading my space and a place where I can be still and just breathe.
It is an 18 inch, NASA foam pillow top mattress, with 300 thread count island cotton sheets, 2 pima cotton blankets, a down duvet and 4 large down pillows. It is so comfortable. I call it my own private cloud.
This week has been so crazy. I have been going non-stop since 9:00 AM Monday morning, and the rest of the week doesn't look like it is going to get any better. So tonight I ducked out of my board meeting a little early, came home and climbed into bed.
It feels so good to be home. The house is quite and still. The warm weather has allowed me to open my windows and the sweet aroma of jasmine fills the air. My dogs' slow steady breathing is lulling me into a relaxed state. And the glow of my PowerBook makes me grateful that I can write down my thoughts about my private cloud from my private cloud.
I have always retreated to my bed when things got rough, I have always climbed in and pulled the cover over my head and waited for sleep to temporarily take me away from my troubles. Tonight is different.
Tonight, my bed, my private cloud is a treat. A place where I can be alone and enjoy the only quite moment I can squeeze out from a hectic week, a place where the only expectation is to dream, a place where no one is invading my space and a place where I can be still and just breathe.
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