It comes with the numbers...............wanting a room of one's own. You crave it as a growing child, usually to escape siblings. Definitely a must have as a teenager, and then you hate to pick it up and keep it neat.
Later in life that extra bedroom usually becomes the guest room, the spare room, the extra room, the box room, the sewing room, or, in these modern times, the craft room.
The years pass by. Then, one day, perhaps you're under the weather, or your other half snores too much. Too warm, too cold so the duvet struggle takes place. You want to read with brighter light. You just need more space to stretch aching limbs - this one I know about lately. So you sneak into the spare room. It's neat and tidy, just in case a guest arrives. The bed is made up with the French country linens. The lighting is perfect.........a great book awaits, and all is peaceful. You plop down, pleased that you bought a good mattress after all. You climb in, pulling the duvet over your head or kicking it off completely. Perhaps you'll prop yourself up ready to enjoy a few chapters of that book.....your call tonight, you are the guest.
Once again.........a room of one's own. Perhaps a little feeling of guilt nudges the back of your brain. Just one comfortable night is planned......but you never know. A comfy room of one's own can grow on you, at any age.