Today, I am grateful for sleeping in my own bed.
While we were away the past few days, we stayed with friends. Their guest bed is very firm. The pillow wasn't quite pillow-y enough. The blankets were warm enough but still not quite right. You know how it is - it may be the nicest bed in the world but it's just not yours.
Last night, I slid under the blankets of my own bed and it felt like home. My down comforter immediately started to warm my body. The familiar weight of my sheets and blankets made me feel safe and relaxed. My pillow was exactly right under my head - supportive of my neck but still soft. Our two cats would never admit they missed us yet they both curled up by our feet last night, adding an extra layer of warmth and a comforting hum of purring. I felt very Goldilocks about it all - this bed was just right.
This afternoon, I found myself feeling sleepy again and indulged in a nap with Tonya and Rusty. Best treat ever.
And now, nap completed, I'm grateful for a clear mind with which to blog and start (finally) my NaNoWriMo commitment.