Holy height, Batman

This is completely unrelated to my writing, but since I haven't posted in so long I thought I'd chime in with something that currently occupies my mind: my new king-sized bed. Is it the first time I've owned a bed this size? Yes. Is it really pretty in my master bedroom? Yes. Did I have the best night's sleep I've had in six months? Yes.

Is it UNGODLY, UNHOLY tall? Why, yes. Yes it is.

This bed is seriously 12 inches taller than our previous one. First, the gorgeous frame we purchased for cheap (compare this Walmart Bed to this Pottery Barn Bed) is a good 5 inches off the floor, allowing for a med-sized bulldog to crawl right under it. Second, the mattress we bought is the deepest thing I've ever seen. (No jokes...what are you, 12 years old?) Third, I added a 3-inch down alternative feather bed because...well...I can.

So, I can no longer see my bedside clock while lying in bed. If I try to read in bed, the light from my lamp can't reach the surface of the bed because the lampshade itself doesn't even crest the mattress. To get on the bed, I basically have to take a running leap.

And you know what? It's totally awesome.