Who Decided Beds Belong Indoors?

When we were little,

the world had wonderfully loose rules.

A blanket became a castle.

A chair became a train.

The garden became somewhere else entirely.

And a bed...

Well, a bed could be wherever the story wanted it to be.

Somewhere along the way,

we became wonderfully sensible.

Beds belonged in bedrooms.

Work belonged at desks.

Lunch belonged at noon.

Dreams belonged to the night.

Life became beautifully organised.

Perhaps a little too organised.

We stopped asking questions that had no practical answer.

What if a bed spent the afternoon outside?

What if lemons belonged on the sheets instead of the kitchen table?

What if the best part of today was something nobody had planned?

Not because it made sense.

Simply because it made us smile.

Perhaps imagination never really leaves us.

It just waits for an invitation.

Sometimes all it takes is moving one familiar thing into an unfamiliar place.

A bed into a meadow.

A breakfast onto the floor.

Flowers where nobody expected them.

And suddenly, the ordinary remembers how to surprise us again.

After all... who decided beds belong indoors?