Despite
the break in routine, my favorite days are, selfishly, the ones
we decide to let slip away while we’re together in bed. On
these occasions, with the warmth of the sun on our faces and
music in our ears, the bed is our sanctuary; the floor, the
bathroom, the kitchen, the outside world are all reminders of a
reality we don’t want to admit exists. So we stay in bed,
our white-sheet island, as long as we can, as if our departure
from it would mean we’d lose the magical feeling
forever.
