Good Night Bed

One can hear it calling from miles away; it's tantalizing reminders scream at you when you're seconds from collapsing with exhaustion. Those words vibrate within your body when you're trapped in a stressful situation and the only escape route for your mind is by releasing your head upon those fluffy clouds. It whispers little temptations of fun, hell, when horniness arises, the only vision you see is of those sleek sheets and strong wooden posts. 

The blankets are like mosquito nets for our secrets; the way we sleep is of utmost confidentiality. Our kicks throughout the night get absorbed by the gentle cocoon, our obnoxious snoring never awakens it's loving embrace, and when our conversations escape our dreamland it never laughs with amusement. As you swish and sway and roll back and forth, it keeps you within your boundaries, trying with all its might to not let you fall. It is one of the best kind of friends because of this.  

Whether it be a twin, a full, a queen, or a king; it will never let you down. Whether it be round, filled with water, hard as a rock, or soft as a feather; it will welcome you every time you enter it's domain. Whether it be pink, purple, black, or green; it will never say no to a good sex  session. It is the first thing and the last thing we see and touch. It is the one object within the house that allows us to completely let go and recuperate. It is the prized possession of a couple and the cherished piece of furniture for the family. 

Sometimes a TV is placed at the foot of its throne so that more time can be spent on it. Through this, it suggests the ultimate sleepover and groans with pleasure when several bodies lay upon it and utilize its powers. It doesn't mind if popcorn is nestled between its crevices, nor does it snub the boy who farts unexpectedly. The sleepover is just another task it must undertake as it becomes a trampoline for the rascals who wish to fly to never never land. These adventurous pupils encounter the wonders that its springs can offer as they get higher and higher with each jump. Does the mattress explode with rage or open up its great mouth and swallow the kids up? Never. Do the pillows turn to rocks so that the fights are found less desirable? Unlikely. This is when you realize that you have found the perfect babysitter. 

Within your room, it begs for your autograph; its frequent exposure through film has made it a movie star. Its fame allows you to envision it even more when lust comes knocking at your door. Any kind of love can be seen by its comforters. The ocean becomes jealous of the movements from the bodies within the sheets as they become in sync with the mattress's capabilities. This is when the heart of your room can be vocal; it can thump against the wall or moan with its springs. It can jump slightly upon the floor as it vibrates to life. It's sexual intelligence becomes richer with every position that it witnesses and as the night grows longer it begs for more sweat. As the climax is reached the conversation between man and furniture becomes deafening. While the roller coaster slugs to a halt, the breathing can only be heard as the mattresses settle around the worn out bodies, patting them on the back for such a good show. As the morning sun arises, you find your furniture has moved throughout the night as if its posts became moving limbs. This is when you realize how wild your friend can become.  

There is a dark side to this lovely object, for beneath its strong composure, there is a black world that holds all the nightmares of children and adults. It swallows up your important items that you look for all day long and it collects the dust bunnies that multiply constantly. This becomes the reasons for allergies and lateness to work. As the clutter builds up under its skirts, the boogie man becomes even more vivid as the lights go out and the child crawls under its covers, trying to relinquish the idea of a monster. Since the unknown is beneath you, your fears become trapped under your blankets. The patterned cloth creates a shield for the child, to ward off the guy with the grotesque physique lurking and disturbing the tiny tot's slumber. This is why we should respect and fear this furniture all at once.   

Throughout the world it completes a home and allows mankind to dream. Those dreams then turn into ideas, into art, and into actions; which, in turn, become our legacy. But once those dreams are through with and our goals have been accomplished, we then turn to our treasured furniture; in hopes of it being our vehicle to the next life. For, what better way to end, then to close your eyes for the last time, upon the one thing that has never left you throughout your journey: "Good Night Bed."