On being well and unwell

There are few things as all-encompassingly comfortable as a large soft warm bed. Nestled in soft sheets, with fluffy pillows cradling my head, and the gentle weight of the quilt over me, I feel I need nothing more. A good bed becomes all the more important when one is sick. Sickness is a different feeling altogether; grey, bleak, and sad. Colours are duller, food tastes awful,