zzz ...

Is my bed my favourite place to be?  It often feels like it. It's in bed that I enjoy making love to my wife (more than anywhere else around the house).  It's a place to relax, unwind, read, listen to the radio, and of course sleep.  It's cosy, comfortable, a safe and warm refuge, a hiding place from the travails and troubles of the world.  I rarely have trouble sleeping.  I can go from being awake to snoozing in minutes, much to the annoyance of my wife.  And dreaming is - literally - an escape from reality, a refuge, a hiding place from the pressures of of everyday life, the workplace, even the family ('god bless 'em, every one!').  Bed too is usually where we talk the most.  It's certainly where we cuddle and canoodle the most.  I love my bed.  I love to sleep.  I can sleep sitting up, slouching, on a bus, in a car, on a plane, at work, at home, in a waiting room, on a beach, in a field, anywhere.  If 'sleeping sickness' could be defined as a 'propensity to snooze' I am smitten.  I regularly fall asleep listening to music, the radio, watching tv.  I have even fallen asleep while having sex. I can sleep on the floor, on the couch, in a chair, anywhere.  I'm not picky.  But if I get to choose, I just love to fall asleep in my bed.  However, waking up, now that's where the problems start.  But more of that another time.