I imagine the dreams that would visit you here would be golden and warm. Filled with laughter and youthful exuberance. Strawberries and endless summer afternoons. Sunkissed skin, freshly mown grass and ice-cream.
And this is the bed for dreaming of times past. The ghosts of previous conversations would echo faintly and tattered favourite books would send their beloved characters to tread softly through your sleep.
Sleep well Frankly.