"good doesn't even describe it"

I once slept in what some would call the most comfortable bed known to man. This bed belongs to Hannah Cox and is lucky enough to be placed in a room with no windows and painted brown. It's one of those places where you can go to sleep and not wake up for days... naturally, I would love it! The only time I've been fortunate to sleep there some brave soul (Emily) woke the slumbering bear (me) up and asked how my sleep was. My still-in-a-coma-response was, "good doesn't even describe it." I called my mom later that day to let her know I'd slept in what I thought heaven to be like.

Tonight I have something that stumps that bed. I am sleeping in my new comfortable pajama pants, my new soft as a baby's bottom robe, and a down comforter built for twelve. My mom re-gifted this down comforter to my brother this morning at Christmas...how nice of her, I know. He is stopping back through Pinehurst before goint to D.C. so I do however have a few days left to savor these nights in my bed sleeping in things that make my skin and body squeal with excitement and contentment. I feel like an old woman in my mix-matched prints but I think I'll sacrifice my savvy style to feel this bliss. I'm looking forward to the day I get to look so hott for bed for my husband...