Bed shopping

I went out with my mom today, looking for beds. She’s looking to buy a new one, an orthopedic bed, as a gift for herself. We’ve looked at dozens and dozens of beds already, but she still hasn’t found what she’s looking for (for a second there, I broke into song ;p).

Now, I know she’s tired. I can see it in her eyes. I can understand that. She’s been going on and on about buying a new bed for a year now,  and we’ve been looking for three weeks already (not to mention the past few months when we’d check the mattress section for each department store we visit).

But I’ve been enjoying myself browsing through mattresses and bed frames. Why? Because the act of browsing through beds is making my imagination go boom!

I can imagine myself buying my own queen sized bed for my own place that I will hopefully share with my girlfriend. 🙂

Thank the TV shows and the movies that I’ve been watching, wherein, the lady character is free to spend the night with her girlfriend primarily because her apartment is her own. And thank the set designers for making most beds comfy looking and cozy-looking. I want one too. I want a cozy looking and comfy looking bed, with crisp white sheets and fluffy pillows. The girlfriend I can add on my own. ;p

Now, don't mind the women in the photo. Mind the bed instead.