Bedtime

Lately, I've become obsessed with my bed. That is where I want to be. I am calm in my bed. I am happy in my bed. I don't feel as sick or tired when I am in my bed.

I know that I can't always be in my bed, but when I'm not, I'm thinking about it or wishing I was.

When I'm out I feel tired. I feel nauseous. Sometimes I feel dizzy and most of the time, I feel hot and bothered. I love crawling back into that comforting cocoon and forgetting that I'm feeling crappy. Forgetting all the work I have to do, dinners to cook, the food to buy. Just lying in bed all snuggled up is the best feeling in the world to me right now.

Sometimes I don't even want to share my bed. I want to be able to sprawl out and rest. To hide under the sheets and remain in denial of everything that has already changed these past 8 weeks. And what will be changing in the future.

It's easier in bed. It's nice and safe. And a much better place to mull over all the things that need to happen.

I am in love with my bed. And if you think I've gone MIA, I haven't. I'm just in bed. And I'm happy here.