Our hotel room on the 11th floor during our last visit to San Francisco.

The room was hot and steamy when we arrived and no thermostat could be found. A maintenance man came in and immediately opened the window to cool it down. No screen. No safety rail. No lock on the window. Lord have mercy, I was not okay with that and thus my sleeping position each night was by the window in order to prevent my 2nd grader from making the 10 o’clock news.

I love a soft white bed piled high with pillows and a crumpled comforter. Something about the light here makes me want to grab a good book and climb under the covers for a few hours.