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I have a daybed in front of an air conditioner - does that count?

Pteetsa,

Yes.

Eleanor Roosevelt had a really lovely sleeping porch at her Top Cottage. When we toured it a few months ago I was so jealous and immediatly decided that should I ever move out of the city I want one in my house.

I had one on my first apartment in the DC area--or so that's what someone told me it was. I called it a porch. Of course, considering the screen door just had a hook and the windows were all screens, I didn't exactly sleep there (though it may have helped--I had one measily old window a/c unit that I used to sit directly in front of).

My childhood home had a huge screened porch that I often slept out in during the summer months. August thunderstorms were so loud and so beautiful. The mist from them swept over the bed even though it was positioned up against the house rather than by the screening.

Boy, I had not thought about that porch in years.....thank you for a post that bought back some wonderful memories.

My brother and I used to sleep out in a sleeping porch at my grandparents' cottage at the shore. It was great in any kind of weather. It's been closed in by the family members who inherited it; I can't stand to go up there now.

I love this idea...I have often thought about sleeping on my narrow balcony at my apartment, but I have a fear that I will get shot...:)

but i have taken an occaisonal nap out there while reading...so nice

Wow. How romantic.

My childhood home has an upstairs deck with a railing but no overhead cover. Every summer, my brothers and I would roll out our sleeping bags and sleep under the stars. There's something really fantastic about falling asleep in the cool night air and waking up with a dewy pillow and the sun on your face.

I once stayed at a friend's ranch in the Texas hill country and slept on an old wrought iron twin bed she had on the back porch balcony. I use the term "slept" loosely because I spent all night looking out at the stars and then watched the sun come up. I've dreamed of a sleeping porch ever since, but they're hard to come by in Manhattan.

I love the concept.
The photo is beautiful.

My parents have one of these at their cottage, with a couch whose back folds down completely flat (unlike a pull out).

As the extended family grew bigger, I stealthily gave up my bedroom and took over the screened in porch as my designated sleeping spot. Everyone thinks I'm such a martyr... I've managed to keep anyone else from finding out just how great of a spot it is to sleep. Warm or cool, starry or rainy, it's always awesome.