When I was a kid, I had this idea of my dream bed. It would be just a mountain of blankets and pillows of different sizes mixed together into a nest; a spaghetti and meatballs of bedding that I would then dive into and twist until I, too, was part of the beautiful chaos. If you got cold you would just reach out in any direction and grab a handful of softness and pull it closer to you. To this day I can’t imagine anything more comfortable.
Tumble Dry Comics: The only reason I take a shower is so I can drink a showerbeer.