This post is in honour of my fave retreat throughout winter, the ever comforting haven that is the bed. During winter, bed get's lots of extra attention. Every morning in winter, departure from bed = traumatic occasion. Yes, work I know you are important, but one prefers to be enveloped in warmth thank you. Cue lots of sighing and groaning. Sometimes rebellion hits and I conduct a lie-in by way of protest. Funnily enough the authorities never seem too respond to my revolt. This makes me rather pleased. And late.
Enjoy the visual slumber tribute.
What's your winter santuary?