My Bed

There is something uniquely healing and comforting about sleeping in your own bed.

I don't even have a real bed and the one I do have is incredibly uncomfortable. I wake up every morning with moderate back pain caused by metal bars digging into my back at uneven angles while I sleep. It's like lying on monkey bars with only a worn out sleeping bag serving as a buffer.

And yet, I am infinitely overjoyed to be home sleeping in this bed. Why? Because it is mine.