Our bed moves. Not in a ghostly way, it’s not levitating several feet off the ground. Nor are my husband and I engaging in romantic gymnastics, those days are over before they began. Our bed simply slides on the wood floor and before we know it, it has moved inch by inch from its original centered position on the one wall of our bedroom.
Mister Rain bought furniture pads for the legs. When that didn’t work, he installed a thicker mat that ran from one side of the bed to the other. The next time, he went with an even heftier mat. That seemed to do the trick but, just in case, he purchased both a thinner and thicker foam pad to sit atop the mats. So far, so good.
As much as I love to travel, and even dream about travel, I have no desire to travel in my bed. And although I like to keep moving forward in my life, when I am under the covers and my head is on the pillow, I prefer to stay right where I am.
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