This was a toughy, because I have a lot of places I like. However, none can really compare to the quiet bliss that is sleeping next to someone you love. Note that I say sleeping: not groping, not kanoodling: just sleeping. There is immense security when I turn in for the night and find that my wife has cut a path into dreamland ahead of me.
She’s usually rolled up in the blankets. Me, I tend to go without them most of the year. I think I made her hair too spiky: she looks kinda like a punk. Also, if you don’t hear from me in a while, it is because my wife killed me for humiliating her and posting a picture of her in bed.