Your bed is your history. You were born in one, will spend a third of your life in one and will most likely die in one.

When a child you were sent to bed as a punishment.
When you are sick you lay your misery in bed.
When you're exhausted or dejected it is the comfort to which you crawl.

There is no escape from your bed. You can leave it but you must return. There are few occasions or objects in your waking life which have such power over you.

Your bed is your secret life. It is the sanctuary of all your dreams. It contains your sex life.

Your bed is your other self, the one which few people get to observe. When you are in it you surrender yourself to its authority. It will decide which personality you deserve. It has the power to carry you to your most exalted fantasy and to ride you with nightmares.

Your bed is a passport.

Where are you going?