Topic: For many of us, our bed is our sanctuary. Most of the time, we don't get to spend nearly as much time there as we would like. Describe your bed and what it is like when you either go to bed or wake up, or both.
Every night, usually around midnight (give or take an hour), I get sleepy. My lids get heavy and my mind starts to day(or night)dream about my cushy mattress, my feathery soft comforter, and my squishy, perfect, pillowy pillow. I start to imagine the dreams I will have, the fun adventures my subconscious will get into. My body gets pulled out of the slump it's been in for a few hours and dragged towards its safe place. I crawl into the fluffy white. My head slowly lowers to its resting place. The fan gets turned on to cool my face in the night. The feathery blanket is pulled up to my neck. Legs curl up into fetal position, resting around my body pillow. My eyes close. My mind drifts into its wonderful, odd scenarios.
Then, all of a sudden, I'm ripped from this beautiful place. Noises blaring. Horns honking. A few moments of awful confusion. Hit a few buttons. Eyes close. Back to the comfort of my dreams.
Noises blaring. Horns honking. Awful confusion once again. Hit buttons again. It's morning. The shower starts calling to me. Reality finds the edge of comfort and pulls me out of bed. Feet first. Drags me through the room.
Water. Finally, comfort again. Revitalizing comfort. I'm awake. And clean. I can do this. Just a few more hours, then I can be back in my safe place.
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I really like the line "Reality finds the edge of comfort and pulls me out of bed." It's a great image.
ReplyDeletemmm..bed. I wish I could find comfort in any part of the morning.
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