Comfort is my bed. My completely ridiculous princess bed. It doesn't appear too princessy here; I've misplaced my billowy curtains and the swinging candle holders have moved to the porch. Even so, it's heaven. Everyone enjoying firm beds is crazy. Give me that pillow-top I sink into. Give me so many fluffy but firm pillows instead.. Give me a down comforter so soft when you're squeezed between it and the mattress, you feel you're enveloped in a cloud . Give me sunlight dappling through the windows while I wander back and forth from consciousness. Sleeping on days puts you in the constantly dreamy state of "Wake up. No, don't wake up." And the cat purring on the corner nearby lulls you back under.
My sanctuary, my comfort, my bed.