Here we lay all out worries to bed. Here we sit and think about the day ahead. Here we play with partners new and old. Here we dream dreams so bold.

A bed is a lot of things and even more things to the right people. Some portion of my life, a bed was made to be slept in. Later on, I discovered so many other uses. Staying up late watching TV, building forts, eating cereal and rolling around with my dog, even doing homework seemed more interesting, more tantalizing when I did them in a bed. Maybe it was the taboo nature of it, the idea that this place with a specific purpose could be cheated, tainted by new activities. I never struggled when I was in bed. It was a happy place. Even when I got sick and had to stay home and spent the whole day lying in bed with a trash can near my pillow to catch vomit intermittently, I felt at peace. Nothing could bug me in my microcosm.

A small world designed around small needs. Simple needs that could be met easily and clear the mind. I’ve had some amazing conversations in bed. With friends, parents, lovers and some who fell between categories I could find commonalties. Sharing ideas and worries comes easy when you share first the soft embrace of a world built around the concept of putting a body at rest. Relation between mind and body simplify that knee-jerk reaction to relax.

If a microcosm exists, if there is a world where time can slow and pass at amazing rates, I know where to find it. Tucked in with worn pillows and tattered blankets, sheets that have been packed away and taken out over and over. A microcosm of discovery both mutual or self, heart and mind, as bear as the thread. If you are weary come rest your head.

It’s the place I learned to dream, the place I learned love, the place you can come and go as you please and it’s always the same. Go to bed, little one.

Good night Reader.