Places you’ve slept other than a bed.

In a span of 15 months from March 2007 to May 2008 I slept in a bed at most twenty times. Is this something I consider an accomplishment? No not really. Beds are my friend, but sometimes being in a extended state of limbo warrants you sleeping on couches and floors. Admittedly, being snuggled in a comfortable bed with another warm body is an ideal situation, but the thrill of roughing it provides enough of a rush that it makes up for that luxury. What the hell am I saying? On second thought, not really. Having a full night of rest sharing the companionship with another human being is preferable to being splayed out from a long night with your allergies going haywire because your friend’s cat decided to make your face their bed. So yeah, beds rule but they aren’t always available. Here are some instances where they weren’t (listed in chronological order):