http://www.anomalily.net//articles/2009/01/05/dwell-in-it-an-ode-to-my-bed en-us 40 <div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lilymonster/3172161452/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3265/3172161452_87e7168cd1.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lilymonster/3172161452/">Day 25: Dwell in It (An Ode to My Bed)</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lilymonster/">Anomalily</a>.</span> </div> <p> I haven't had a real comforter in 2 1/2 years. When I moved all my stuff to Oregon in an airplane, I just brought a large sleeping bag and a small pillow. I've accumulated quite the collection of pillows, blankets, and a set of mis-matched sheets but I still have only the sleeping bag stuffed into this duvet cover. You'd never know it's not a real comforter unless you heard the rattling of metal zippers under the covers.<br /> <br /> My bed is one of the most precious parts of my life, a place in which I truly dwell. So many places in my life I simply sprint through on my way from one task to the next. But my bed is where I come when everything else is confusing, or when I'm sick, or when I can't concentrate on anything else. My bed is mine- I don't share it with anyone else, unlike kitchens, desks, typewriters, computers, cameras, couches, or television sets. My bed knows my farts better than I know them myself.<br /> <br /> Let them take all my possessions if they must, but please leave me a soft spot of earth to sleep on and a bicycle to ride.<br /> <br /> Morale: 8<br /> Health: 6<br /> Miles Biked: 8<br /> Hours of Sleep: 10<br /> # of Drinks of Alcohol: 0<br /> # of Drinks of Caffeine: 0<br /> Weather: Hail and Steady Rain </p> Mon, 05 Jan 2009 17:50:56 -0500 urn:uuid:7d719094-a0e7-4bdf-aea3-0f7347540d95 anomalily http://www.anomalily.net//articles/2009/01/05/dwell-in-it-an-ode-to-my-bed