What is it about beds...

...that captures my imagination so much?

I am drawn into the Hinton House Bed;

the thick cloth of the drapes surrounding me, barely lit by yellow candlelight, dense mattress below me, deep pillows plumping my cheeks.

Bedtime stories billow the drapes with landscapes, faces, shadows, music. I cannot be frightened because I am defended by the menacing headboard, its gnarled growling, its knotted limbs creaking awake. The bed is a platform, a theatre.