Autobiography of a bed
No , I have not slept with but slept on. I have seen partners changing. I have witnessed heart breaking. I have been taken well care of when someone special is about to mount me. I am also neglected for weeks when my owner goes into depression which was occasional earlier but these days it is persistent. Seems like the bedsheets have become my on n off boyfriends. They cling to me till every pore of it stops breathing... I often taste delicacies as you know how it goes with depressed people. They are gluttons and good food is their only comfort. I dont mind any of these.
Yes, at times which is very rare, my bones crack because of the jumping, excitement and ecstasy. But I get enough time to heal myself as I said those spurts of enthusiasm are rare. Not to forget the moans. She has a roaring moan juxtaposed with her silent screams of anguish. I couldn't understand her till date. She grooms me at times and that is when I feel alive and understand her. She is really gentle,soft hearted. The way people handle things, can tell a lot about themselves. I am a thing to you. She has made me her home. She is so attached to me that I can feel the vibes. Pandemic has brought us closer still. With age people get bedridden I have heard. I wish she gets bedridden. I want to live with her forever unlike the world who has used her as a napkin. I want to comfort her and be her safe haven forever even if she is infested with worms. Her bedsores will not be half as painful, I promise.