My bed.

I told a student once that I daydream about my bed.

It's true.

He was telling me that he was too tired to do his homework. I told him I was just as tired as he was. More so, even. He was being lazy. Then I told him I daydream about my bed while I'm working.

It's true.

There's just a quality about a bed. When the sheets are clean and smell a little like fabric softener, a little like me. When the blankets smell faintly of coconut lotion and are cool and cuddly.

It's true. I do daydream about my bed.
I daydreamed a lot about it today.