On the Couch

That is where I have been sleeping since my husband returned on Saturday.

I MISS MY BED!

I don't want to catch his nasty germs.

I MISS MY BED!

I can't afford to get sick right now.

I MISS MY BED!

I feel different. I'm more sluggish. I'm less productive. I feel less rested.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

I miss my soft sheets, fluffy pillows, the light peering through the blinds.

I miss the weight of the comforter, stretching my limbs along its length, the slow roll out of bed.

What do you love about your bed?
If you share your bed with someone, where do you sleep when they are sick?