On Beds & Bedrooms

So I read an article in Glamour or Cosmopolitan back in the early 2000s. A short and simple little article that embedded in me and became the root of my style of writing and my favorite concept "cozy."

I have tried to google key words from that article to see if I could find it. I used to have it cut out and glued in a scrapbook, but that got lost. So here I am trying to redeem the bits that I can remember, because it is my little acorn seed.

A couple fighting all odds for love. They move into a 200 square foot space that has one room with a tiny branch off for a kitchen and I'm sure an even tinier branch of bathroom. Hardwood floors, very rough I imagine. And their bed. The bed on which they did everything. Mounds of laundry sometimes covered it. Pizza in bed for dinner. Life took place on that bed. It was the centrality of them. Sometimes he would have to squeeze around her while she was next to the bed wobbling in downward-facing dog. And he left Gold Bond powdered footprints in his wake as he maneuvered past her.

And people would question their relationship and living situation and they would smile and relish in their tight, cramped space that fueled the close bond of their love.

I fell in love with the idea that the marriage bed holds the space of life.

The spot of love, of pillow talk and surprise kisses; the bed where new little lives are created and eventually wake you up with giggles or giddy meows or tail wags in the face.

My bed is my office, and my hubby sits a bed length in front of me at his desk. We have a comfy home, but our bedroom is our haven, where all the fun takes place, where our most special possessions are held, where our deepest convos take place.

On our bed I move forwards and backwards, up, down, and around focusing on therapeutic posture while I massage my hubby; I lay upside down on our bed while he sits in his desk chair and rubs my often sore low back.

My morning wake up is to prayer and yoga postures in bed; and I use our bed as a cushy yoga mat for helping my husband do supported restorative yoga.

We have Netflix dates on our bed to series like Sherlock or Agatha Christie's Poirot.

I have been known to shut the bedroom door after coming home from shopping so I can do lingerie peep shows for my love.

We finally put the cat tree by our bedroom window and now the kitties are on it all the time. They like being where mommy and daddy are.

Yes, it is a small room. The bed definitely is central both physically and spiritually. I waited way too impatiently for a marriage bed with my man! I got it now! I cherish it! Our walls are covered in photos; and red sparkly lights; Christmas, cat, cute, and of course geeky paraphernalia; and above the middle of our bed a guardian angel painting resides, stalwart and ready to defend our claim that love conquers all!

Illustration by Puuung