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There is a dip at the center of my mattress from night after night of sleeping alone, gravity, like the weight of loneliness, has made it sink down. If the day ever comes that I share my bed with another, the dip in the middle will bring us closer together while we sleep. As if I had to endure all the lonely nights just to sleep so close to someone. I’ll keep waiting for that day, and the longer I wait, the lower the dip gets. Maybe one day I’ll find someone to share the dip in my mattress with. Or maybe I should just flip my mattress.
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Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
The Mattress.
There is a dip at the center of my mattress from night after night of sleeping alone, gravity, like the weight of loneliness, has made it sink down. If the day ever comes that I share my bed with another, the dip in the middle will bring us closer together while we sleep. As if I had to endure all the lonely nights just to sleep so close to someone. I’ll keep waiting for that day, and the longer I wait, the lower the dip gets. Maybe one day I’ll find someone to share the dip in my mattress with. Or maybe I should just flip my mattress.
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Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
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