My bed, useless when you're not in it

My bed is my best friend. My bed is my sanctuary.

I miss my bed. Its the best, most comfortable place in the world. 

It is warm. 

It is soft.

 It is where I get my energy back, as well as spend most of it. 

Bed makes for good times, the best times. 

Bed makes for sadness, once the lights are off, it knows all my secrets. 

For all the tears I've shed; my bed was their only witness. 

All the pillow hugging, the pillow punching. 

My bed is great. 

My bed is my best friend. 

My bed is the one place where I have a complete trust that nothing will happen to me. 

It will never change. 

My bed will let me in when I am happy, too drunk to care, sad, angry, sick. 

My bed does not reject me. 

My bed hears my complaints and hears my poems of love. 

My bed is my best friend.

But without you, my bed is the worst.

It is cold, it is unappealing.

Without your lulling snores I want nothing to do with it.

But without you in it, there is no fear of clostrophobia.

I'll wrap myself in a selfish cocoon of duvet.

Diagonal sleep, how I've missed you.

My bed being my best friend, you should feel honoured.

Honoured I share this secret shrine of mine with you.

Honoured I let you in my sanctuary.

My bed makes the best of times, but has lived the worst of times.

Author's Note

Meh.
Bored, wrote this. Not very good. Rubbish, even. But man I miss my bed now. mmm. Specially with duck feather duvet mmm.

Reviews

[Craig2591]

Not rubbish! A wonderful tribute to a simple pleasure that most take for granted. You express it so well. I just love - "Diagonal sleep, how I've missed you."

I'm no English teacher, but I haven't found any typos, misspellings or grammatical errors in any of your writing. Well done.

[E]

Aaahh thank you! For a second language, guess I'm not doing too bad then ;)