My Bed

My bed lives a bland life. It is queen sized and takes up most of the space in my room. My bed is very soft and I love it very much, but does it love me back? Let my bed tell you how it feels throughout a typical day.


Nighttime is my favorite part of the day. I like nighttime the best because I have someone to keep me company. Its like getting hugged, and who doesn't like getting hugged? I get sad in the morning though. When he gets up he usually won't come back until late that night. The reason I get sad is because things get very lonely during the day. Its just me an the other furniture and to be honest, I don't like the other furniture. Dresser never shuts up, he always has his drawers open. Then there is desk. Desk is mean. He is taller than everyone and he has a lot of cool stuff on him. All of that is fine, but he loves to rub it into me and dresser's faces. My closest friend is nightstand, but he is very quiet. He doesn't do much except for constantly tell me the time. I guess I'll never understand why nightstand and clock are a couple, but they always have been, oh well. So yes, daytime is lonely and I don't care for it much. It is better when I get tucked in though. Sometimes he has time in the morning, but usually he is running late and has to run out. When this happens, sometimes his mother is nice enough to tuck me in before I suffer through the day. She doesn't always remember though and that makes the daytime a whole lot worse. Regardless, during the day I just sit and wait, longing for the moment when all the homework has been finished and he comes back to bed and keeps me company.