Sweet Dreams

I have a love affair with my bed. I chose it with intention when I created my nest and I do not take for granted that I am safe here. It is heavy; immovable. Dark, soothing wood. Raised just enough that it almost requires a running start to get in it. Only flannel or soft jersey knit sheets are invited. It supports and absorbs me at the same time and I get lost in the pillows with lavender while I extend from toes to fingertips in the candlelight. It has been awhile since I paid proper attention to this simple treasure in my life and how very hard I fought for the privilege of having it.

Sweet dreams to all who dare to pursue them...and goodnight.