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About a month or so ago we noticed a horrible thing. Our mattress was dead. This came as quite a shock, given that we had only got it last spring, at an auction where everything was dirt cheap. A lovely thick king-size mattress. But in only a few months, springs had started to poke and Lisa's entire side had sunk into a depression. The box springs that came with it had been crunched in transport, so the whole deal was now a complete write-off. Only one thing to do. Mattress shopping. With the gift card that our realtor gave us when we bought our house, and a letter certifying us for 'contractor' rates at The Brick, we went looking for a new bed. Mattresses are bloody expensive. Who the hell knew?
I'm dreaming. I never dream. These are big, juicy, lucid dreams, in full color and with casts of thousands. Lots of action, lots of bizarrely clear details. Last night I was chasing a tarantula around our basement (which resembled some cluttered warehouse). Other nights I've rambled through mansions that look like shopping malls. For three nights running I dreamt different scenes in a scary movie I was creating in my sleep and even though the scenes were completely lifelike I knew it was a movie. When I wake up from these dreams, I feel exhausted. You guys are used to all this dreaming - it's a kind of mental exercise I'm unaccustomed to it seems. Going to sleep isn't much of a problem either. Long-time readers know that I was a chronic insomniac, which has only been eased by the addition of the Lovely Lisa to my nightly sleeping patterns. It seems this mattress is the other factor in my sleep equation. Good Mattress + Love Of My Life = Comfy and Content = Sleep. I was waiting for Lisa to finish something on the computer and flopped down on the bed to wait. Apparently I drifted immediately to sleep. At one in the afternoon on a Saturday. Is this what you people feel like all the time, you folks who close your eyes and don't open them for a full eight hours every night? Is this what it feels like to be rested, with a back that doesn't ache all the time? I could get seriously addicted to this. |
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We did buy one - a lovely Posturepedic Velvet Eurotop - and it's fair to say we are now sleeping in heaven.