Put to you bed…

I have never… ever… spent so much time in my bed as I have in the past… well... two years, if I want to be honest with myself. The biggest reason is because for the first year, it really was the only piece of comfortable furniture in my room. My room was my space, my space only, unlike the rest of the house at the time and it was also upstairs, away from all the rest that wasn't just mine. So I did everything in my bed: eat, study, read, daydream, chat, smile, homework, laugh, sleep, cry, …yoga...

Year 2.
I'm in my bed so much it's ridic. I get home and jump onto the bed, whether to continue working, watching a TV show (which I could very easily watch on my larger screen in the living room), eating dinner (or breakfast). There are so many things in my apartment now that I contemplate selling off because I just don't use them. Even with the living room, equipped with a desk, chairs, love seat, TV, armchair, HUGE beanbag, carpet, lamps, pictures, books, bookshelf, etc, I still choose to sit on my bed, where I still do everything. Yea it's all my space now… but… it's my bed. We have a bond. My teddy bears understand. Yes, teddy bearS. Wanna guess how many?