Ode to luxury sheets

The four post bed was veiled in white gauzy linen streaming down to the floor. And hidden behind, was my treat. I had sat anxiously on the plane to Palm Springs three hours earlier, hoping the photos didn’t lie. And no, they didn’t disappoint. Six fluffy white pillows sat atop the crisp shiny white duvet. I inhaled and swiped my hand across the top, barely leaving dent or crease. Before I jumped aboard and star-fished on it in delight, I stood back to take a photo in its pristine condition. After a few snaps, I stripped off my travel-weary clothing and rolled around naked on those soft clean sheets. The pillows were like fat over-sized marshmallows, and I buried my face in them, tossed them in the air and let them fall on my face. POUF!

And oh, I had plans for the next two nights. Even though I was alone, those luxurious decadent sheets hosted me while I read, watched BBC America shows, moisturized my after-bath body, indulged in late-night snacking, and of course, considerable masturbating.

So as I’m in the middle of two weeks self-isolation, I feel incredibly lucky to have gone south to find some sun and palm trees for a few days. When I travel now I like pampering myself in luxury items I don’t have at home. And right now, it’s all about the bedroom. I first experienced luxury Italian sheets on my birthday trip to West Hollywood a few years ago. As I left that boutique hotel, I felt thankful for having experienced two days in that bed. Two days living like a rock star. And now I’ve experienced four nights in night-time luxury. Four! So while travel is out for however long it takes to be safe, I can still dream about those beds. And those sheets.