
by Elizabeth Spannuth
I need a new bed. One might think that the choice to get a new bed would be a no-brainer, but I am discovering that my attachment to my luxurious double pillow top friend is deeper than I ever knew. This was the first brand new bed that I can remember having. For 13 years it has given me hours of excellent rest and rejuvenation, as well as serving as a platform for various carnal delights. This impending change has me thinking about everything this bed and I have been through together: the good, the bad and the ugly. Through marriage, divorce, boyfriends, friends with benefits, and celibacy this bed has always been a refuge and an excellent partner. And this bed is not just for humans: it has also provided a refuge for my human-size dogs and panther-like cat. They will slip into the bedroom when they don’t want to be disturbed. I often walk in on them catching a nap complete with their heads on the pillow.
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