My Bed, How I Love Thee!

Dear King (sized Bed),

I just wanted to let you know what you mean to me.  I so look forward to spending time with you every night!  I admit it, I am a sucker for you.

What do I love about you?  Let me count the ways!

First, O King, I love your spacious surface.  I remember when we had to sleep in your cousin, the full-sized bed.  When my husband and I were first married, the full-sized bed seemed a good fit.  However, as the children came along, Mr. Full Size just didn't feel right.  It was hard to cuddle and tell stories to a couple of toddlers when we were practically falling out of bed!

My husband said we might as well go big, so we invested in a king-sized mattress.  But alas!  We had thought to save a few shekels and got a low class priced relative of yours.  Oh, my aching back! What a noisy uncomfortable lout that mattress turned out to be.

As soon as we could, we replaced that mattress with a better model and enjoyed a good night's sleep for several years.

But then ... the flood came and claimed the box spring of that worthy sleep partner.

I remember when I first saw YOU, O King.

We were at Menard's.  We thought we were  there to price doors and tile to remodel our flood-soaked house. Little did we know that we were about to meet a new love.

My daughter saw you first.  She pointed you out, set up in aisle for everyone to see!  Like a magnet, you drew us to you, and we did the unthinkable.  We laid on you right there in the store! 

Ahh, such craziness!

I knew right then and there I had to take you home.  A few weeks later, the delivery man brought you and your little sister, the Queen to our home.  You, of course, live in the master bedroom. (What a fitting place for the King!) and the Queen lives in the Princess' room.

Another thing I love about you is your height.  Growing up, I always had to fall into bed.  But you - I must climb up onto your surface.  I love it up there!  I feel sort of like the Princess in the story, "The Princess and the Pea."  She slept on 20 or so mattresses piled high.  Your lofty height gives me a sense of sleeping up high like she did.

I also love the bedclothes you wear!  Those sateen striped burgundy sheets with the luxurious thread count feel so wonderful.  (When I was younger and unsophisticated, I didn't know about thread-count!)  And your downy comforter feels like a dream!  I love to sleep on top of your comforter almost as much as under it.  You just look so inviting when you are all dressed up! 

Often, when I go to get my coat out of the closet as I leave for work, I glance back at you longingly. "Soon," I tell myself, "soon, I will be back and climb up into your comforting pillow top, but I must go now and earn money to keep you in fabric softener."

You don't have to worry, O King.  I will always come back to you.

Love,

Your Loving Sleeper


The above is a love letter written to an inanimate object as a writer's challenge at Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop.  I had to debate awhile as to whether I wanted to write about my love for my air conditioner, dishwasher or bed.  I only need air conditioning half the year, and I don't really mind washing dishes by hand, I just love to save time by using the dishwasher.  But I come from a long line of  good sleepers, so I felt I must pay homage to the one who makes good sleeping a joy, my beloved king-sized bed.

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