Every weekday morning my alarm goes off at 4:45. Unless, of course, I'm on vacation. Then it goes off at 6. I'm not the kind of person, it seems, who can luxuriate in a bed for any length of time beyond what's required for sleep.
Today could have been different. Today, I could have stayed.
Yesterday, the stars aligned and I was able to retrieve my mattress and box springs from the store, bring them home, and set them up on my second hand Ikea bed frame.
Last night, I slept in that bed. MY bed. My NEW bed. I was actually IN bed by 9:30pm - WAY early for me, but I couldn't wait.
It was very, very nice. Comfy. Warm. And mine.
I had been told, by others, that jersey sheets were soft and stuff - but they were "warm". Too warm for many, I guess. But not for me. They were perfect.
I have a fitted sheet, and a top sheet, and matching jersey pillow cases (dark blue) and two blankets - one is a thin quilted thing, and the top one is a nice, thick duvet.
I slept like a King.
You may now address me as "Your Highness".