Not in a psychic way- my bed doesn't tell me of natural disasters or who will win the Golden Globes. It does, on days like today, beckon me.
"Come back to bed. Sink into my double pillowtop, pull up the comforter, close the black out curtains and come back to bed."
Before I was in my little studio cabin I could just close the bedroom door on days like today. Now, it sits there all day, beckoning me.
Anybody else?
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Yes, my bed also beckons me to crawl back in and waste the day. I've always been a 'bed person', one who likes to lounge in bed reading, snuggling, writing, thinking, or staring at the ceiling lost in day dreams. So when it whispers, I have to put on my iPod, tell myself to work, and slam that door shut!
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