She finds rest as opposed to sleep the truly pleasurable state. If she were a writer she would collect her pencils and notebooks and favorite cat and write in bed. Strangers and lovers would never get past the locked door.
To rest was to receive all aspects of the world without judgement. A bath in the sea, a fuck with a soldier who never knew your name. Tenderness towards the unknown and anonymous, which was a tenderness to the self.“
-Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient
I must have time to lie in bed and stare out the window, this keeps me functioning.