My bed

Among other places in my home i couldn't take risk for what will happen on my bed. My bed is my life. FULLSTOP. My bed is my rest place that makes me feel so confortable. My bed is not luxurious or even a single bed. Its a double decker but mine is on top. I got direct wind from the fan, I had best sun shines in the morning and great sun rays through the curtains, I had the closest chirping sounds for the birds nest on the ceiling. Basically, it comfortable for me. I can waive other things happen to other corner in my house but not my bed. I simply cannot accept people step on my bed, mess with it or put things on my bed. My house is small and limited for 5 people to share and live together. So most of the area in side my house are not owned individually by any person. You cannot even you think that area supposed to be yours. So the only few inches that I can called mine is my bed. That I make up everyday, that i lay down every night no matter how lazy i feel sometimes to climb up. Its the only place i feel that i can discard all ridiculous things happen in the house, the noise, the unwanted things and i don't care what happens sometimes, i just sleep simply because i want to. Even the temperature outside getting warmer and hotter, my pillows in bed still freezing cold. My favorite pillow ahhh. Feel so good, always. If its rain in the evening and i snug in to my bed, it provides me the warmness,  literally. I seem like a craycray falling in love to my own daily bed but its a bed people. Where you had your hopes, dreams, silent tears and your quietly prayers all the times. My bed ❤❤