I already have a bed picked out.

It has a tufted headboard, made of a mixture of grey/white linen thread. It’s a simple rectangle, more timeless and less feminine than the velvet one my Ex now claims. I think I’ll invest in some legit hotel-style pillows, the pricey kind that cost around $70 each and shit. I love hotel pillows. I’ll order a foam mattress and purchase a fancy-as-fuck duvet cover for my down comforter. The sheets will contain a ridiculous thread count, cause they feel like butter against my bare legs.

I’m already in love with the idea of this bed.

But I’m more in love with the idea of sharing it someday.