I have always loved my bed.

Sleeping is one of my talents.

99% of the time

I find bed to be a place of great comfort,

healing and deep rest.

Lately I've been enjoying our bed just as much.

To wake up in love is joyful.

Today we got up at 1pm.

Why not? It's Saturday.

Books. Coffee. Discussion. Kisses. Cats.

It was delightful.

And slightly wicked.

Because it was sunshine-y in Wellington

and to be in bed

in Wellington-on-a-good-day

is pretty much a sin.

Of course

being slightly wicked

made the morning in bed

even better.

Finding innocuous ways

to transgress

during a time

of such necessary good behaviour

is vital.

Don't you think?

[And so to bed, 2020 is available as a limited edition studio print]