Why can't you share your bed? The most loving thing to do is to share your bed with someone. It's very charming. It's very sweet. It's what the whole world should do.
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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.
Mighty proud I am that I am able to have a spare bed for my friends.
I can't leave anywhere without making my bed; it's ingrained.
I don't have to make my own bed.
It's a joy to work where I live, and come home and sleep in my own bed.
And I love the idea of spending the whole day in bed with my lover.
I give unto my wife my second best bed with the furniture.
When I first started touring, we had a crappy van, and we would all share rooms. So for many years as a grown adult woman, I would share a bed with a bandmate, whether it would be Jimmy Tamborello from the Postal Service or Pierre De Reeder from Rilo Kiley, just a pillow barrier between us sleeping on the same bed.
The summer after I got divorced, my children asked to sleep in my bed again. It would be the first time we'd shared a bed since they were infants.
I sleep the best in my own bed, which is too bad because I'm not sleeping in my bed enough.
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