Have I mentioned how much I love my bed? It's not a particularly nice bed - just a mid-price futon I bought about ten years ago. It's in the dining room, isolated from the rest of the room by a wooden screen. (I think I've mentioned before that my actual living space has been shrinking as I adjust my space to my lifestyle.)
My bed usually has a few books on it, stuck in the corner, and a bunch of big throw pillows along the wall. I can sit on it or sleep on it or read on it. I can light some incense in the living room, put on some tabla or sitar of shakuhachi music, and zone out.
It's pretty cozy and private and that's why I like it.