My grandmother once accused me of being depressed because of the amount of time I spend in bed. While it is certainly true that I am, on occasion, depressed, the time I spend in bed is definitely not due to depression. I love my bed. It is my comfort zone. Free time, study time, TV time, me time or any other time I have at home almost always takes place in bed. I don't mind having someone to cuddle with or being alone. I love laying around, covered to my eyeballs and watching a movie or reading a book. I love just laying in bed and listening to the sounds around me. There isn't much that I don't like about my bed. So, with that in mind I found this fabulous poem by Dorothy Parker which I am about to share with you because it pretty much sums up everything I think about my bed but in a much better way.
Ceiling of a Bedroom
Daily dawns another day;
I must up, to make my way.
Though I dress and drink and eat,
Move my fingers and my feet,
Learn a little, here and there,
Weep and laugh and sweat and swear,
Hear a song, or watch a stage,
Leave some words upon a page,
Claim a foe, or hail a friend-
Bed awaits me at the end.
Though I go in pride and strength,
I'll come back to bed at length.
Though I walk in blinded woe,
Back to bed I'm bound to go.
High my heart, or bowed my head,
All my day but lead to bed.
Up, and out, and on; and then
Ever back to bed again,
Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall-
I'm a fool to rise at all!
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