Where life comes screaming into the world bloodied and bewildered by the ferocity of its first breath. Where it wakens in excitement at the possibilities of the day before it, and where it returns from its exhausion for replenishment. A place of solace from the pain of betrayal and deceit, and a place where the world of dreams transports it from the dull tedium of a day's uneventfulness. Where it stirs unhurriedly to days of quiet reflection, curls for comfort, and finds expression for its passion. Where illness is nursed, where weariness is eased, and where freedom finally welcomes it home.

The Bed, DHC 2004 ©