Oh, My Dearest Bed

Oh, my dearest bed.

How sweet it is to dive in your embrace after a long, hard, day.

Your pillow-top memory-foam or whatever it’s called is perfectly worn to the contours of my aching, tired body.

And my bones sigh in relief as you make contact with my body, and my feet ache in relief.

Oh my dearest bed.

How I wish I could spend more time each day, pressed into your sweet lumps.

But children rise early,

The day starts quickly.

And there’s so much to do.

So my darling, dearest, most best friend bed-

Wait for me until tonight.

When we shell meet again.