Bed anyone? I remember as a child just how
much I hated being sent to bed! I never got
how the clock started moving faster as the
evening approached. Oh, and being sent to
bed as a punishment . . . horror or horrors.
I never understood why my parents wanted
to sleep in on the weekends either. I suppose
'twas as a teen, bed became a more delicious
place to be. In adulthood, bed was nirvana,
an escape from reality, a never, never land of
sweet forgetting, rarely to be had. Now as an
elder, I've come to enjoy the actual odd day
abed for reading, for reading and for reading!
Sweet beyond belief. It frightens me some
just how much I enjoy said days. I can still
hear my mother saying, "If you stay in bed
all day, you just might end up an invalid."
I used to respond, "I'll chance it" . . . smarty
pants that I was . . . but now, I hark back and
find that I'm more than a tad superstitiously
leery. Having said that, me thinks I'll spend
the day in bed today . . . got me a new book
for x-mas, after all!
so need a bed day
pray take me to neverland
riding to my dreams
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