Opium Bed

I woke up this morning feeling like an owly caveman. Damn the bed I slept on! It may as well have been a cold slab of death. Snowflake the Spacehog sleeps like a cocooned caterpillar, shoving me to the edge where I cling for dear sweet life each night. I ached. Stupid feather pillow. It's like a bag of dust and air. There's no support. I took my bath and felt sort of human, but in pain. The kind of pain that makes you feel like a Senior Citizen. If someone had called my name as I walked into the gas station I would have had to turn my WHOLE UPPER BODY to look at them. Yeah, like THAT. I may as well have had a real HALO on my head.

Just as I was going in, out came my friend, my old aquaintance, a figment in my world. In the space of 60 seconds I divulged my horrid nights sleep, my sleeping arrangements, where the dog stays and revealed my new quest for a bed worthy of sleep(that beauty in the photo is the one I'm dreaming of). A stranger to sleepies and dreamies, he reminded me that he hasn't slept in his bed in five years and then told me about the bed he had made by an Amish dude.

I thought about our words and wondered. Couldn't I have just kept it upbeat and light? Instead I'm all about neck pain and co-sleeping. That is hot. Bah. I just run off at the mouth for no good reason. Maybe it's my lack of adult conversation and I just pounce on any unsuspecting bystander. Whatever.

In any case, can I get some actual Opium with this bed? Thanks.



opium bed, matress hell, bad night's sleep, neck pain