box 15 - recalling a sense of place

Comfy, cozy, and dark... I fall into a safe, comfortable haven of luscious pillows and a fluffy comforter. Whilst I'm in my bed, I can think about everything that's happened that day and curl up in each little crevice spot I've formed sleeping in it over the years. Smells of my shampoo flood over my pillows, creating a sense of safety and self. I've spent so many of my nights here, curled in my brown and turquoise flowered pattern comforter, silently closing my eyes and entering a world full of dreams and discoveries I've yet to unfold.

In my bed, looking up at my lofted ceilings, I can think, dream, and remember anything I'd like to or even not like to have remembered. The brown walls in my room surround it and make it darker at night for me to fall into a deeper slumber. My dreams lift so high, out of my sleepy head, over the ceilings of my room, and into the world for me to find and reach for. There's no place like my bed to fall into.. no place like that safest place, the one you run to, laugh in, cry in, talk on the phone for hours in, place. There's no place like that except my bed for me.