Welcome to my haven, my catcher of dreams, my comfort. Where flights of fancy are engaged and conceptions birthed, where tears are stowed and hopefully Colin Firth.
Ha, I was almost serious for a moment there. I love my bed. I seek a lot of comfort in my bed, and I've never been let down. Long nights of talking to Patrick, watching films, taking photographs, snuggling, fighting, crying, kissing, laughing, dreaming, reading, drawing, eating, healing...A lot goes on in that bed of mine, and I don't know that I will find a place that I feel more safe in (Besides Patrick's arms. Cue vomit).
Where do you feel safest and most at ease?