This is my bed. My bed is my safe space, my happy place. When I am feeling sad or stressed I need my bed. In fact I crave it and I count down the hours until I can be in it. When I am ill or injured I need my bed. It's got a lovely a snuggly duvet and far too many cushions and pillows which makes it such a comfy place to rest. And let's not forget my pregnancies. I felt awful during both of them and so most evenings were spent resting in bed as I knew it would look after me well. Do you have a safe space or a happy space?