Bed as refuge
1: A place I really like is my bed. I just feel like whenever I’m feeling sad or something like that I just go there. 2: I was thinking about my childhood bed, too. It was a bed like this, and right over here was a window to the backyard, but no one was ever in the backyard. So I’d lay on my stomach across the bed and I could look in the backyard, and no one was there so…