Living in a Bookcase

This morning I woke up in my new bed. I looked up at the shelves behind my head and reached up to touch them. It must have seemed like a strange thing to do, because my husband asked what I was doing. I was admiring the shelves and feeling happy to be “living in a bookcase.” If I had known earlier in life that there was such a thing as a bookcase bed, I would have bought one years ago.