You’re up overthinking about someone who isn’t thinking about you. Go to sleep.

As you rise from bed to see a new day, may the blessings of God rise with you too, for every path that you shall

I decided to stay in bed until noon. Maybe by then half the world would be dead and it would only be half as hard to take.

I was thinking about you in the bed this morning and saying your name till I hit the big O!

You must be sleeping or getting ready for bed… just know I can’t stop thinking about you.

Can you get off early today? I need to see you. In our bed. Naked. Right now.

I wish I could copy and paste you into my bed.

The only thing I want to do for my entire life – it is to lie next to you naked and talk about everything in this world.

I want you in my bed and between my legs.

I dream about you every night, it’s a nightmare when you’re not in my bed.

The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.

and you invented me
and I invented you
and that’s why we don’t
get along
on this bed
any longer.
you were the world’s
greatest invention
until you
flushed me
away.

now it’s your turn
to wait for the touch
of the handle.
somebody will do it
to you,
bitch,
and if they don’t
you will –
mixed with your own
green or yellow or white
or blue
or lavender
goodbye.

I was 50 years old and hadn’t been to bed with a woman for four years. I had no women friends. I looked at them as I passed them on the streets or wherever I saw them, but I looked at them without yearning and with a sense of futility. I masturbated regularly, but the idea of having a relationship with a woman – even on non-sexual terms – was beyond my imagination.

Pudge: She wants to sleep in the same bed together. Be cool, Miles.
Dolores: It’s a small trailer, son.

Lydia came back to bed. We didn’t kiss each other. We weren’t going to have sex. I felt weary. I listened to the crickets. I don’t know how much time went by. I was almost asleep, not quite, when Lydia suddenly sat straight up in bed. And she screamed. It was a loud scream.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Be quiet.”
I waited. Lydia sat there without moving, for what seemed to be about ten minutes. Then she fell back on her pillow.
“I saw God,” she said, “I just saw God.”
“Listen, you bitch, you are going to drive me crazy!”

Break my bed, not my heart.

I like my bed, but I’d rather be in yours.

I love seeing that feisty and naughty side of you in bed.

Woke up with you on my mind. Hopefully, I’ll be going to bed with you later.

If I could have any wish this morning it would be you in bed.

I can’t get you out of my head. Want to come to play in my bed?

I look forward to the day when I don’t have to leave my bed to see you when I wake up. Good morning my prince!!

I just noticed that my bed is a lot more comfortable with you in it.

I want you to scatter my bed sheets with me.

A weekend with you. In bed. Now that would be absolutely amazing.

I can fall madly in bed with you because you are so sexy, that you can’t be ignored.

To have you in bed with me, hearing your breathing, feeling your hands and smelling the scent of your hair is a miracle for me.

It’s been a long day… All I need is your hugs, which you’ll give me in our bed.

Sharing my bed with you is a true miracle. You share all of the joys in life with me.

Do you want to have sex in bed or in the bath I just made you?

I tidied up the bedroom, but I don’t mind if you mess up the sheets with me.

Me and you in my bed and freaky stuff.

If you were here right now, I would rip your clothes off and throw you onto my bed and have my way with you.

All I need is a hug and our bed.

Lying in bed and reading felt pleasantly familiar.

We are not afraid to look under the bed, or to wash the sheets; we know that life is messy. We know that somebody has to clean it up, and that only if it is cleaned up can we hope to start over, and get better.

I got into bed, opened the bottle, worked the pillow into a hard knot behind my back, took a deep breath, and sat in the dark looking out of the window. It was the first time I had been alone for five days. I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me. I took a drink of wine.

Never get out of bed before noon.

When I can’t sleep at night-
I stare at the empty side of my bed,
and wonder about the things
I would tell you,
if you were laying next to me.

Sometimes,
all you can do
is lie in bed,
and hope
to fall asleep
before
you fall apart.

Too much had happened that night, too much had happened before that night, and so too much climbed into bed with them, sat heavily upon them, and kept them up and thinking, even if they did not say the things they were thinking to each other.

He had to take sleep by surprise. Preparing for bed simply alerted insomnia, brought all the busy thoughts, the renegade remorses and guilts and recriminations.

The monsters were never
under my bed.
Because the monsters
were inside my head.

I fear no monsters,
for no monsters I see.
Because all this time
the monster has been me.

No human being believes that any other human being has a right to be in bed when he himself is up.

The creak of bed springs suffering under the weight of a restless man is as lonely a sound as I know.

All I want is this night to end,
But this insomnia keeps me awake
Till the sunlight shines on my bed
and the thoughts die in my head.

Insomnia is just another word for chit chat with the demons during bedtime.

Insomnia is only mind over mattress.

My day starts backwards … I wake up tired and go to bed wide awake.

Del: I had no idea those beer cans were going to blow like that.
Neal: You left them on a vibrating bed, what did you think was gonna happen?
Del: It’s been a long day. It just – it just didn’t occur to me.
Neal: It didn’t occur to you; so, I have to sleep in a puddle of beer!

“I feel ill,” he announced. “I’m going to bed, where I may die.” He tottered piteously to the stairs. “Bury me beside Mrs. Pentstemmon,” he croaked as he went up then to bed.

Before I get out of bed, I am saying thank you. I know how important it is to be thankful.