Short Term Hibernation, Long Term Repercussions

My favorite place in any of the four houses that I can remember living in is definitely my bed. It hasn’t always been my favorite place in the house but as of recent of taken a special liking to it. My bed has gone through many phases over the 9 years I’ve been sleeping in it. It’s changed rooms, countries, directions, sheets, pillows, and positions. But there are two things that make my bed the most comfortable and aesthetically attractive to look at in my 18 long-years living at home. First off is the egg carton-shaped foam thing spreading my bed under its sheets. This makes the mattress soft and absorbing and in a sense, engulfs all those who succumbed to its powers and lie in it. And second is its physical position in my room which is –from the door– pushed into the top right corner against the far wall. This may sound like a minor detail, easily overlooked but its position in some strange way, is literally half the reason why it’s so comfortable. When you look at it as you walk into my room, it seems to almost pull you in, beckoning for you to just lie there if only for a minute. But you soon realize, you can’t just lie there for a minute, it’s just too cozy.

Until I moved here 3 years ago, I didn’t fully appreciate how great my bed actually was. In fact, it wasn’t until about maybe 3 months ago that I can say I began to fully appreciate my bed as the best place in the house. When we moved into this house, I put my bed in a pretty awkward place: directly in the middle of the room, pushed against the wall on its right side (its head facing the far wall from the door). Needless to say, there was no wall against the head of the bed—which, if you believe in such things, is actually bad feng shui. Supposedly all the good energy flows straight off the bed because there was no wall to catch it; which wasn’t the only thing not being caught from falling. It was common for me to wake up and have pushed off all the pillows from my bed and lying with my head flat on the hard mattress. One day I woke up with no pillow and a sore neck and decided there needed to be a change. But what could I change? What was bothering me about my bed other than my neck? It bothered me because I didn’t know what needed to be change—I was actually somewhat satisfied with my beds position. I went to school and thought about it and when I walked into my room when I got home, it hit me like the first rising vibes of a child on a sugar rush. It was so obvious and I didn’t understand why I hadn’t seen it sooner. I knew what I had to do: get my sleep box out of the middle of the room. So that’s what I did, I pushed the box-spring against the far wall and into the right corner and stepped back to marvel at my brainchild. As I stood there admiringly, I noticed how much more inviting my bed looked. In fact, I was so impressed that I decided I would test drive this sleep machine with a nap, I wasn’t even tired; it was just too good to not have taken advantage of such an opportunity.

The foam egg carton actually came before I moved the bed. The mattress before the foamy egg carton wasn’t bad. It wasn’t too hard, but it definitely wasn’t soft enough. My brother in college had this really dingy old hard mattress but when I went to visit him the one and only time, his bed was so soft, engulfing if you will. It was almost like it absorbed you, molding to your body creating an absurdly relaxing sleep. In other words, his bed was so much more comfortable than mine. I was bothered by this. I thought, “This is unacceptable. How the he// did he get such a mesmerizingly comfortable bed out of such a dingy mattress?” I made it my duty to find out why. First course of action, instinctively I removed all sheets from the mattress, which ended up paying off instantly. I found this foam thing. I looked like a 120x120 individual egg holdings foam carton; and I was confused. This was the missing link, a giant egg carton? The first thing I did when I saw my mom was ask if she knew about such a genius invention and if she knew where to get these things to put one on my bed. Thankfully she did. Truth be told, she was the one who bought the thing for him. Believe it or not, the foam carton makes that much of a difference. It changed my sleeping life. But you would never guess that from looking at it.

But there is a down-side to having this insanely comfy and cozy looking bed. I can’t get out of bed in the morning, and when I do I look back and want to crawl back in. I know everyone has this problem, but I REALLY have this problem. I will be on my way to the shower and, to my own demise, turn right around, stumble back and creep slowly back into bed and curl up in the fetal position. This in turn frustrates my mom to no end and, well deservedly, fuming after various attempts at waking me up begins yelling, “GET OUT OF BED ALE! YOU WON’T HAVE ENOUGH TIME FORE BREAKFAST!?” But it works its self out in the end because usually I sleep so well she doesn’t have to yell at me.

Well, that’s my favorite place in this house. That 4 by 7 foot double sized bed. In fact I can feel it calling me right now. It looks temping. It’s just so inviting. In fact, I might not even be able to finish this ess…..