Couch

In search of the elusive night’s sleep I recently purchased what I believe to be the best bed on the planet.

The goal? Deeply restorative, profoundly rejuvenating sleep - for hours and hours and hours. OK, eight hours. Eight blessed hours.

Aha. After much deep-dive research the new bed arrives with the sheets, pillows, hypoallergenic comforter and dyson allergen air filter that softly churns the air to near hospital purity throughout the night. My sanctuary, a zen masterpiece so softly lit and decorated as to raise a new bar for achievement in total slumber design.

And then last night I crawled out of the sleep sanctuary back onto my worn out couch, opened the windows, let the cool ocean breeze wash over me and take me away to slumberland.

For sale: awesome new bed and beddings. Cheap.

The couch.