I’m one of those strange people who has a very strong attachment to my bed. It’s a constant longing for, really. It’s quite odd. For some reason, I have unconciously associated my bed with my “home”, leaving me to crave it’s cottony-fresh touch at any chance I can get.
Sometimes, my bed even feels like my best friend. If I have a bad day, it wraps me up in its warmth and supports me like nothing else can. It’s the first place I’ll go when I’m giddy too, so I can roll all around with excitement and scream into my pillows until my lungs hurt.
If my bed could talk, it would tell all kinds of secrets that only an intimate partner would know. Most certainly in this day and age, a girl has got to keep hold of as much dignity as possible. A great bed will hold all your deepest secrets safe and protect you from probing inquiries as well (yea, I went there).
So thank god for my personal cloud of down; my own piece of horizontal paradise… As strange as it seems, I’d be completely lost without my bed as my home. When I need a soft landing or if there’s a secret ready to explode, it will always be the first place I turn to. And I am grateful for it.
So I have to know… Do you feel the same way about your bed? Attachment issues to another inanimate object? Let’s chat about it below.