My Bed

It always seemed that after a long day, my bed was my escape from reality; perhaps an illusion to yank myself and hide myself away.

My bed holds many memories. Jumping on it as a child; my mom scolding me to get down, hiding under it as my favorite hide and seek spot, even though I was always the first to be found. The day that I switched from my small princess headboard that had a crown acting as the top of the headboard all the way to my wooden bed piece. I faintly remember my mom telling me that I didn’t want to sleep in my big girl bed for a solid week. Obviously, I’ve grown into liking it.

My bed holds many peaceful and serenefull memories to. Dreams, laying while embracing the cold air and the crickets and the leaves whooshing through the trees all through my opened screen window at night as I picked at the frayed ends on my tank top, enjoying the lonliness for this short time until I knew I would fall asleep. The smell of campfires, wood, and freshlu mowed lawns in my neighborhood through the screen window. I’d look at the stars to and watch how they sparkle and glow, how they would also light up my backyard with just the gleam of light they had. I enjoyed the stars very much because they where the same everywhere, they required no effort, no math, just relaxation. The stars always made me think, it made me think how I could someday enjoy the stars with someone. Someone I longed for and loved.

The sleepy and drowsy feeling coated every nerve and muscle, giving me a tired kind of of high. It made me feel like I was in limbo, except my body was deciding whether being awake or falling into a deep slumber. The feeling of warmth and the cold balanced out insanely perfectly. My soul felt like it was floating outside my docile body, looking down on me as my body slowly and all at once engulfed into the soft-silky duvet and my dreams peeping into my mind.

The image above is called “Bed” by Vicki and is shared under a Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.0 Generic (CC BY-NC-ND 2.0)