What do i do in bed?
I had a lesbian friend who, in response to the question, "What DO lesbians do in bed?" - and this was LONG before the internet when such things were a mystery to the general population - always used to answer. "Oh you know, the usual. Eat biscuits, read the Sunday papers..."
I read a lot in bed. Sometimes whole novels in one session. I love reading in bed - totally relaxed, totally immersed in the book.
I do a lot of writing and drawing too - sometimes waking up in the night with ideas that came to me (or resolved themselves in) dreams. Often, looking at what I drew or wrote in the cold light of morning, I find I have produced unintelligible garbage - but, sometimes, there's stuff in my notebook that surprises and delights me. Ideas I can work up into more considered pieces. Ideas that probably would never have occurred to my fully conscious self. It's like having a conversation with a hidden part of me.
I don't watch TV in bed - though we do have a TV in the bedroom. my wife will watch stuff with one or two of the kids piled in with her. We have vastly different tastes in what we watch, so, while I'm watching some dreadful 1980s Horror film on the (annoyingly inferior) TV downstairs with my eldest, she might be watching some silly sitcom in bed with the other two.
Sometimes I just lie there in bed and watch the clouds or stars through the skylight. I can do that for hours.
My wife will sometimes spend her whole day off work in bed doing her crochet and listening to audiobooks - until I ruin it by calling her down to eat with me and the kids. (I do 90% of the cooking in our house.) Sometimes, if I'm feeling generous, or she's feeling particularly tired, I'll not bother calling her down and take her meal up on a tray.
Most nights she is asleep when I join her in bed and will have been for hours. I can't get to sleep until I know everyone else in the house is asleep. Apparently elephants do this - the matriarch of a herd will remain awake till all the others are asleep before she sleeps. It's not a compulsive thing. i just feel happier like that.
Saying my bed is just for sleeping and sex is like saying my kitchen dining table is only for eating at. We do all sorts of stuff on our kitchen table: art projects, bookbinding, paperwork, play games, make things. I do the ironing on mine. Throw a blanket and an old sheet over it and away you go.
Or it's like saying the bath is just for bathing in. (And, to answer the obvious question: fucking, watering houseplants, cleaning carpets, science experiments, etc. etc. .)