I am remembering laying on "A's" bed with him. It was his bed I desired. His bed represented warmth, safety, comfort and accommodation. My bed felt utilitarian at best, yes it coordinated with my room but I was in no position, or was without personal permission to spend the money and effort into making it my palace. His was a palace, a fortress. Sentimental of the way I felt crawling into my mother's bed as a small child while she held me watching her late night TV. I found that in "A's" bed.
It is amazing how a piece of furniture and some textiles can do that. I am amazed.
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