Tis a snuggly pleasure this one. I'm still refusing to admit that we're heading into the cold months and have not put my electric blanket back on my bed yet. But there is a little chill in the air, so I've just slipped my hot water bottle into bed to make a little warm patch
I know a few people who can identify with the pleasure of falling into bed at the end of the day. When you're really tired and you know that you'll fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. The beautiful thing for most is that Sunday means a sleep in and a quiet
After a month away, and 48 hours since my last proper sleep, I'm looking forward to subsiding into my own bed. (I think any more words in my current state of fatigue is too much to ask!)
There's something very satisfying about waking up feeling like you've slept well. I never get enough hours, but I love it when I'm physically exhausted and wake up in exactly the same position as I went to sleep in. As though I fell asleep the instant my head hit the pillow and I didn't budge
