I never appreciate my bed as much as I do during the colder months. Every morning before work, I endure the struggle of leaving the sheets into the cold air. No matter the weather, having a bed to sleep on at the end of the night is comforting and is something I look forward to. It's where I go to dream, to think, and on most nights, to write. For the lazy-hearted like me, here is some "bedspiration".