mattresses

  • The Virgin Queen

    I need sleep, lots of it. Nine hours are good, 10 are better, and 11 is heaven. Toss in the odd nap, and that’s a lot of time to spend in bed. And that bed has to be just right, a hypersensitivity that drove one erstwhile beau to crown me Girlfriend and the Pea. One speck of dirt on the covers, a trace of a funny odor, and it’s a bumpy night for all.

    By Donna Chapin