Literally from the second I grudgingly get out of bed in the morning (or quite often, the afternoon), all I want to do is get back in it. Sometimes if I do get into bed and it’s only the early afternoon, I’ll literally get giddy with excitement and just sit there wriggling around in pure ecstasy.
It’s probably not a good thing, to be honest. I’m only twenty-two. People my age should be out drinking and screwing around and doing whatever, but me? No way. I had that phase when I was seventeen / eighteen, and I got tired of it pretty quickly. Nowadays, nothing beats climbing into bed. My girlfriend sometimes worries that we’re prematurely getting old. She thinks that we should be out doing what people our age do, and every once in a while, maybe we’ll try it; but honestly… Nothing beats bed. Getting in, even if it’s cold, and then you can just curl up into a ball, or whatever; it’s just perfect. Highlight of my day.
And if that’s not cool, or if people think that’s sad or boring or whatever, then seriously… You guys obviously haven’t tried climbing in to my bed; because as far as I’m concenrned, my bed beats your loud music, expensive drinks, sweaty crowds, awkward taxi arrangements and drunk ass holes any day of the week. Plus, you don’t even get a hang over.
So anyway, before I start getting tearful and choked up, I’d like to say; on behalf of reclusive, slothful, agoraphobic shut-ins everywhere… Thank you, beds.
Ah, I want to visit your bed. Wait, no! Not like that. I mean, mine only feels that good sometimes. Usually I’m fighting for space and MY blankets with two cats. But I’m with you, as a 40-year-old who needs 8 hours of sleep or I WILL KILL SOMEONE and realises nothing beats a warm bed on a chilly eve – or even a comfy couch in the middle of the day. I don’t feel old, I just love my sleep and a nice place to read. And – old people sleep less, so you’re still young no matter what your habits might look like to others. Club music sucks, anyway.
I love my 180cm x 210 cm bed. I can sleep sideways, roll three times and not fall out of it and even better, make myself a fort with pillows and sleep in it!
I love my bed too and always miss it when I travel. I feel warm, safe and comfortable in it. Regards to your bed!
My bed says to tell you to say hi to your bed!
I’m also a honourary member of that club. Eat, watch films, read, you name It. Technically I only need a place to sleep and a kitchen. If I could get paid for staying in bed and staring at the ceiling – I’d make millions.
Uhh… Well… Hate to bring down the tone here, but you can get paid to stay in bed and stare at the ceiling. It’s called prostitution…
…..as long as it’s not lumpy.
Hillarious. Thanks for posting.