I like to sleep on the couch.
Because there, my dreams are better. There, my dreams are more real, they're the ones I remember most. Today I slept on the couch and had a dream, and everything was okay. I was happy again, and it was so nice. Then I awoke and realized, of course, that it was a dream. I don't know what it is about sleeping there that makes dream so real, so vivid. But here it is, more than 3 hours later, and it's still as clear in mind as if it just happened 10 minutes ago. That was a good dream. I love sleeping on the couch.