Being in bed is the highlight of my day

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Being in bed is the highlight of my day

My bed is my happy place. 

I wake up entangled in an array of pastel-colored blankets, and I never want to leave my private oasis. On peaceful Sunday mornings, the sun shines through my translucent curtains and lands perfectly sprawled across my bed, waking me up to a blissful afternoon.

Each day when I get home from school, I go to my room and leap into the mound of soft fabrics, and as if the pile anticipated my presence, it hugs me tight and convinces me that everything is going to be okay. 

I plow my face into each light pink, cream, and gray blanket for no particular reason except that the fuzziness of the material tickles my nose slightly, making me smile. 

I end my day enveloped in my blankets, fairy lights aglow, pondering the day I have had while being cradled by the soothing texture of my throw pillows. 

And as my eyes start drifting close, I press my warm cheek against the cold cotton of my sheets, falling asleep fast and peaceful like a breeze dancing in the wind. 

On days of hardships I spring into the open arms of my mattress as my mascara-stained pillows create a barrier that none of my troubles can penetrate. 

On days of hardships I spring into the open arms of my mattress as my mascara-stained pillows create a barrier that none of my troubles can penetrate. ”

However, it’s not just a place of tears and sorrows—it is also a place of meaningful midnight talks with my sister and countless sleepless nights with my friends. It’s a place to jump up and down with glee and to do my never-ending economics homework.

My room is very messy—the majority of the time. With how much I adore my bed, you would think I would make it every morning, but I don’t. In fact, I pull the cover and line the pillows exactly to my liking right before I go to bed, just to destroy them all over again. 

It gives me peace of mind to know that my life could be falling apart, but at least the place I spend most of my time is neat and tidy as ever. 

My bed is my happy place. That may seem a little weird, for I have cried there many times. But it will forever remain my happy place because a happy place should be a place of both laughter and sadness. 

Life is a balance of both, and so is my bed.

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