Ode to my bed

My bed covers me with love and warmth

My bed always holds my dedicated spot available

My bed holds a spot for my favorite bears

My bed gives me support

My bed gives me rest

My bed is soft

It handles my weird illogic dreams with discretion

It doesn't mock my rapid moving eyes

my twisting and turning

my snoring when having a cold

it doesn't complain when I wake up sweaty

The baby monitors often separates us with a cry

for a wet bed, a nightmare or needed cuddle upstairs

but it waits patiently for my return to welcome me  hopefully back to sleep soon. 
I've visited my bed way too late on some nights despite promises

but I've been forgiven. 

In my bed I listen to the wind and rain outside, shielded safely inside

in my bed I sleep off headaches and fevers

in my bed I listen to Jan breathing softly or 

I curse at his turning and twisting

In my bed I listen to the outside traffic

In my bed I've slept with my baby infants and fed them

In my bed I've watched now and then (but not too often) some series on my ipad

or I've been reading some pages in a book before sleeping

In my bed I've debated so many arguments over again 

preventing me from much needed sleep

In my bed I hear the first news of the day

In my bed I've cried my sheets wet.

Mostly in my bed I've spent so many hours

without consciousness

without memory

but I trust that's all totally fine. 

I love returning to my bed