In the last week or so there's been that growing nip in the morning air and the smell of fall leaves in the afternoon. So of course I'm having a hellish time getting out of bed when the alarm goes off, fighting the natural urge to roll back over, snuggle down in the blankies and hiberate. Instead I get to drag my sorry butt to work and post beautiful pictures of cozy beds. At least this is one way to keep the dream of sleeping in alive.
The Hudson's Bay.
Alfred Sung Home.