Hugh Hefner, who’d have thought it?
The old chap has been working from his bed since his heyday, way back in the sixties, was it? Before laptops – even before cell phones! I think he had to give dictation…
I think he was onto something. I love to wake early, my mind is clear, I can look out over the water and ruminate on the day ahead, then eventually I reach for my laptop and ILOVEIT.
winter dawn, all monochrome…
Even difficult communications are easier to handle when I have time to compose them, no interruptions and with any luck, coffee to hand. Pleasant email becomes a joy! Leaning back on my patented pillow-mound (bolster, sham, pillow), 
snuggled under the duvet with the door open to the outside world in anything less than a gale, curtains backed with blackout liner to counter the piercingly bright low winter sun, I am simultaneously at rest and alert as any athlete (I tell myself).
All the advice I have ever read about Getting a Good Night’s Sleep says keep screens out of the bedroom. I beg to differ.