Sunday Scribblings: Bed

Yes, I'm doing my Sunday Scribblings on a Tuesday afternoon. I toyed with the idea of skipping this week's entry because I wasn't "on time", but then I remembered why I joined this writing group in the first place - to allow myself to be creative and write without judgement. I didn't join Sunday Scribblings to be perfectionistic or stress about deadlines. So here goes my entry, spectacularly on (my) time.

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My dream bed is as beautiful to look at as it is to sleep in. It is made of tropical timber, finely crafted so that the curves of the frame echo the curves of the wood. The mattress is dense and firm, but not so much so that it would make my spine ache in the morning. Covering the mattress are 300-count Egyptian cotton sheets, pure white, soft and beautifully ironed. They are tucked in, of course, using tight hospital corners so that there is no slippage when I crawl into bed and pull the covers up under my chin. On top of the sheets is a non-itchy wool blanket and the most fabulous white goose down comforter imaginable. The comforter is so plush, in fact, that it weighs down on my body and makes me feel as if I am in the middle of a cocoon.

And wouldn't you know I found this exact bed at Seba Camp in the Okavango Delta in Botswana, the first lodge we stayed at on our vacation last week. Only the people at Seba managed to improve on my dream bed by placing hot water bottles under the sheets at night and by decorating the rest of the room so beautifully that unless you looked quite carefully you'd never know that technically the accomodations consisted of canvas tent atop a wooden deck. Seba Camp was probably the most luxurious place I've ever stayed and I'd love to go back - if nothing else for my dream bed and the unbelievably soft towels in the bathroom. Oh yeah, that and the elephants and hippos in the pond right outside the room.