My bed draws me in. So does the sofa. And the futon. And the floor. And regardless of the nature of the seating contraption/arrangement, I invariably tend to lean backwards, and keep doing so till I am parallel to the floor.
Mr Beloved calls me lazy. As always, I beg to differ.
The erect posture of humans, as I see it, is an evolutionary blunder and I’m just going back to my roots.
I rest my case.
(You’re all welcome)