Why are beds so great?
Because they are soft?
Is it because curling up under a blanket in them subconsciously reminds me of the womb?
Or the times when I was much younger, and another could be with me and nothing would be weird at all?
Is it because deep in my heart, I'm a romantic, and I think about the person who I will love above all else, and who will feel the same to me, who will share my bed and my soul?
Maybe I'm overthinking things and it's just because bed is a comfortable place to be, but (this will probably sound strange) my thoughts of my bed or the feeling I have going to sleep feel more substantial than that
Maybe I just love sleeping
I probably just love sleeping
But maybe I love this mattress too