Sometimes I take for granted that I have always had a bed. That the nights I sleep on a couch, on a floor, under the stars, or in a tent are all by choice. That I have this unspoken confidence that every night I will have a place to rest my head and that it will be safe. In light of the damage caused by Hurricane Sandy (and all other recent life-altering disasters), it's hard not to be reminded of how lucky I am to have a bed, a home, a place that is mine.
I'm grateful for my cozy sleepy nook.