There was one in the bed and...
Hi friends,
I’ve had the bed to myself this week. In fact, I’ve had more than one bed to myself since I was also away on a work trip I extended to get some writing done. And, yes thank you, in both cases I can confirm I slept quite well in the very middle of the bed, happily flanked by piles of books, journals and devices, knowing I could have switched the bedside light on at 3am if necessary.
It wasn’t.
I also wrote more words than I might have otherwise, having found a way of working that’s come from being in a bed by myself. More on this another time, though, because having a temporary room of one’s own has been about more than a boosted word count. I’ve reflected, too, on what is lost and gained in habitually sharing a bed (and bedroom) with another person.
