Bed is where so much in life happens. It usually all begins in bed, both the moment of conception and also birth. We spend a third of our life in bed (or a bit more than a third in my case as I like sleeping so much). We experience a myriad of things in our dreams there. We may have shared a bed with a sibling (or two) as children if space was in short supply. As grown ups we share it with a lover and experience touch, excitement, sometimes confusion and sleepy, whispered conversation in the nighttime. We spend time in bed when we are sick and finally return there to die, if we don't get run over first. One of the lesser known things about being in bed is that it really pisses off gravity. (Gravity tries its hardest to pretend that it's not really all that bothered but yes, it is.) Bed, a place where many journeys begin and end, some big, some not so big and where gravity lies in wait, tugging at the corner of the sheets.
