Ode to My Bed

Another pastiche, based on 'Ode to My Socks'.

I was in the store

shopping for items

furniture, clothes and all the like

but as I walked through

that little store

and something caught my eye

a queen sized bed

with polished cedar wood, shimmering bright like the golden sun,

yet I wondered,

how could no one have possibly bought this,

and just walked passed it,

I wonder.

I of course got it,

and it was fitted with the finest material,

a mattress so soft,

it’s feels like being on a giant ball of cotton.

The fresh coolness of the covers,

seems to purge the body of all stress.

And the pillow, oh the pillow,

makes the head,

feel like it’s floating,

letting the mind drift off along with it.

All of these pieces fit perfectly together,

in the perfection I call my bed,

welcoming me,

after a long day of everything,

no matter which way I enter,

whether with an excited hop,

or a calm climb,

it always alleviates the stress,

for however long it may be.

My bed is my shrine,

my sanctuary,

my temple,

my bed means a lot to me.

And finally,

when I lie down on it,

and rest into a sweet slumber,

where nothing can bother me,

the world, being nothing, other than a dream.