Okay, so it’s the foot of the bed, but this gives a good view of the magnolia tree at the window, the standing mirror that reflects an old metal pub sign that stands on the fireplace mantle…oh and then there’s Ben, who shares the bed with my partner and me every night, and just happened to walk into the pic as I was taking it…I can’t say I write in this bed, but I do read here a lot, and daydream a lot. I like to think it all counts toward the next poem.