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]