I've come to the realization that there's been something missing in my life; a king-sized bed. In all my years, I've never been fortunate enough to call a king-sized bed my own. From a crib, to a twin, to a full to the occasional hotel-stay queen, I've been without a king in my life. That is, until I went to Nashville last week and had the luxury of sleeping on a bed so over-sized and comfortable that I never wanted to get out of it.
I am the type of girl that can fall asleep extremely quickly. I can also sleep anywhere. I'm fine with sleeping on couches, chairs, floors, cars, buses, you name it. But I appreciate a good night's sleep. I always say that if I ever get married or move in with a boyfriend, I'll probably require my own bedroom. I hear it actually helps relationships stay fresh. Not only do I need my space from time to time but I am also nocturnal. Having a king-sized bed in my life would probably make me feel less smothered.
Whether the next place I live is an apartment or a house, I'm making the investment in a king. It's been decided. Maybe it will motivate me towards finding someone I actually won't mind having next to me.
Now Playing: "Down On Me" by Jeremih ft. 50 Cent
*I've been in a rap mood all week. That's the universe's way of telling me to get back on the elliptical machine.
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