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.