Ode To My Bed

By: Danielle Foote, Staff Writer

I long to see its face every day

As soon as I step out of it, I acquire insane separation anxiety

Our relationship is mutual

I make it every day, it comforts me with its warmth at night

But I somehow always wake up chilled in the morning 

Bundled in blankets

Caught up in a deep slumber filled with dreams

Dreams of past experiences

Dreams of being a unicorn on a beach with a pina colada

But whatever happens in my sleep

I’m woken up, still in the comfort of my own bed

Giggling with friends 

Delusional thoughts are being shared at midnight

My bed hears it all

No judgment, no complaints, just a bed

Here to stay, until the end