Wednesday, February 24, 2010

"Sleep, that knits up the raveled sleeve of care."

Shakespeare's Scottish king, Macbeth, said this when he realized that he would never be able to sleep again. We, unlike the tortured Macbeth, have the sublime pleasure of being able to return to bed whenever we like. And Macbeth is right, sleep is a tonic that absolves my everyday stresses and cares. I love sleeping, and I think it should be done in a beautiful bed. I think if Macbeth had a bed like one of these, he might have been able to break the spell and hit the hay.