A note to my comfy bed

Oh, dear comfy bed, I dreamed of you while at my parents house. You don’t hurt my back. I don’t roll to the middle when I lie on you. You are dressed in my soft, brown, pinstriped flannel sheets. You have my memory foam pillows. You smell like my favorite detergent and fabric softener. I have looked forward to seeing you since leaving for Missouri one week ago.

Sadly, the reunion wasn’t so great. I couldn’t get comfortable. I couldn’t go to sleep. I started worrying about various things and my neck started itching. My feet were hot. My arms were cold. The memory foam pillow didn’t feel as good as I’d hoped.

So, last night was a lot of tossing and turning. Fun times. Let’s hope tomorrow is better, comfy bed. Or I’m spending more time with the couch. I’m just saying!