A pillow for snuggling, a pillow for under my head, a pillow behind me. Two other pillows randomly placed. My cell phone.(Strategically placed under the snugglin' pillow.) A comforter, (I almost never use the sheet, its at he bottom of the bed) a fan blowing on me, and sometimes a fleece blanket to go between me and the comforter on those chilly nights. A soft winter hat and socks on the freezing nights where we run out of heat or I have a cough or something. Computer monitor on for light.
1 very flat pillow beneath my head, and one next to me (which I occasionally roll onto). A few blankets, sheets and a comforter (I like to be very warm), and often a furry little kitty cat at my feet .
"Charlotte sometimes dreams a wall around herself. But it's always with love - So much love it looks like everything else. Charlotte Sometimes - So far away, glass sealed and pretty." - The Cure
Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way?