My bed. I wonder what it dreamt of.

  Did it want to be filled with cuddling and love making and deep sleeps and hot sweats and ******* . late night movie laughter. jumping and fresh white linens  and syruped make up *** and early morning head and late night foot fights.

Did it dream of thousand count threaded sheets : silk pillows : cashmere throws : pendleton blankets : flannels for the fall.


Yeah, I bet this bed had great aspirations . it doesn't deserve this life.


two dogs and a lonely woman.