Sunday morning.

Studio Extension 3: Bed
Score: 2
A gentle place to work. Familiar and warm from last nights sleep. The world is kept at bay, so life doesn't seep in to distract me. It's no effort to get there and the coffee is great.

At one point in the morning I heard J saying "Time to get your head smashed open." Directed towards a chocolate bunny, his gleeful phrase bounced off the wall and hit me. Writing is a bit head smashing, but if its done in bed, the bits of exploded brain don't fall too far and are softly cushioned by pillows and blankets, and can be fussed together in new combinations through mid morning napping. Im happy here.