I'm 6ft 7in, so I have a massive bed.
One of the biggest mistakes I see in the bedroom is that they plan to be doing things other than sleeping in the bedroom. They will have a desk in there for working, or they'll have a big shelf in there for storing things. It should be all about relaxing.
I just got an apartment here in Nashville, and I invested in a Queen-sized bed because I'm like, "I haven't had a big bed since I was a kid." I woke up this morning on one side, like, in "coffin position."
My wife calls our waterbed the Dead Sea.
The only interesting thing that can happen in a Swiss bedroom is suffocation by feather mattress.
I have a king bed, one of those memory-foam mattresses that doesn't jiggle as you get in or out. Even if you cleaved it down the middle with a pickax, the thing wouldn't tremble. It's practically earthquake-proof.
I had fun last night," I told Patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. "I'm officially on love with your sheets." "That the only thing you're in love with?" "Nope. Your mattress, too." Some smile crept into Patch's eyes. "My bed's an open invitation.
No headboards were broken.
My bed is actually two king beds put together.
Mattresses! Beautiful! Let's go buy a couple of mattresses. Give 'em to people for their birthday.
I don't have a night stand. If I read at night in bed or too close to sleep-time, I lie awake thinking in the dark for hours.
I miss my mattress when I am gone; It's one thing I've made an impression on.
They [twin beds] are the most stupid, the most perfidious, and the most dangerous invention in the world. Shame and a curse on who thought of them.
Furniture! Thank God, I can sit and I can stand without the aid of a furniture warehouse.
