A postcard to my bed.

Dear bed,

You may not have cool mosquito nets or turn down service and you may not be in a seaside resort on the east coast of Africa and you might also be generally covered in pet hair on most days and not always big enough for two people, but you are very missed. With your snuggly dog and cat, with your perfect lighting, with your lavender-scented infuser, with your not-that-impressive thread count. Travels are fun, but there’s no place like home. Wish you were here.

Love,

Kate

This is part 29 of my 100 day writing journey via 100 Naked Words.