Why do you not allow me to sleep on you anymore? I rest my head on your pillow and you transform it into a rock. You press wrinkled sheets into my side and your edges dig into my legs.
No matter how much I pull, toss and turn, you always find a way to make me uncomfortable.
Why bed, do you despise me so? I finally drift to sleep and you awaken me soon after. You weren’t always this way.
I remember the good ol’ days, when I’d curl up on top of you, and you’d hold me gently in your softness. For hours, we would lay there resting in the darkness together. It was delightful and oh so satisfying.
Now you’ve turned on me. You don’t care anymore. Every night you rouse me from my sleep.
I rise for a while, hoping that the separation between us will cause you to be more accommodating upon my return. Much to my dismay, when I crawl back on top of you, you still show no concern.
What have I done to cause you to treat me this way? Please tell me, so that we can rectify the problem. Let us renew our relationship. It’s not too late. We can still fix this.
Bed, please let us be friends again. I miss you.
Using the Daily Post prompt: Literate for a Day – Someone or something you can’t communicate with through writing (a baby, a pet, an object) can understand every single word you write today, for one day only. What do you tell them?