....a bed to rest my head....

When I was nine my mother took me trekking through the mountains in Thailand. When we reached the pinnacle of our trip we came across a tribe and it was here that we were destined to stay - for a day, to rest our head. And it was here, this very moment in time, when I came face-to-face with the luxurious western notions of comfort that I so naively accepted as 'normal' and 'fair.' Shocked I remember feeling when a mattress, but 3 cm high was given to us and sad when I witnessed the others reside onto cold and disheveled slats. However as a nine year old (brought up in the west) these reactions were expected and certainly aroused a life long obsession with cultural inequality, developmental theories and world poverty. Note: The point of this post is not to sound like a begging beauty queen, but to introduce you to another obsession I there developed. Practical, tranquil, sanctuary or to sleep...Just how do others like their bed, I wondered.... how do they choose to rest their head?