Beds.

You love the bed?
It's so comfortable. I could stay in it all day. I love eating in bed.
Sounds like an amazing life.
It's smells great. Like stale sweat and pilled cotton.
Some days, you don't get out at all?
I just want to cocoon up. Lumpy butterfly to emerge in a few days.
It's warm? It's winter? Why not?

My bed is made for sleeping, and being lonely.
I get out of bed and put my clothes on.
Some days I tie a tie and pretend to be respectable.
I'm getting pretty good at that.