In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I love men in bed when they are sleeping. But then they have to go and wake up.
And I love the idea of spending the whole day in bed with my lover.
I'm also a great believer in the dream life; that while we're asleep, a deep subconscious connection is made about our profoundest fears, hopes, loves, losses, dreads and desires.
But for the first time in many years, I get to sleep in my own bed every night. I haven't done that, literally, in years. It seems like such a small thing, but it is so nice.
I love my sleep.
In my free time, I love to lay in bed.
In my youth, daydreaming nurtured me, provided a safe haven. I'd sleep for twelve hours and even when awake escape to the safe place in my mind.
My mother used to sit at the foot of my bed, and she would share her dreams with me.
One of the most adventurous things left us is to go to bed. For no one can lay a hand on our dreams.
I don't dream at night; life has given me the stuff I need to be able to dream during the day. I'm very lucky.