My Bed
I haven’t been able to sleep in bed for the past couple of weeks. Sure, I’ve “fallen asleep”, but rest eluded me as I tossed and turned all night - every night. Of course I stuck to the my bed with all the loyalty of child that believes that the covers are an impenetrable barrier from the monsters under the bed. I got that hunk of wood when I was 9 years old, and that bed is the most fluffy thing I’ve ever slept on. It’s got all the fluff of a hotel bed and the smell of home - and I’ve slept on it for almost a decade. Yet, even with all it’s comforts, I couldn’t get comfortable.
Last night the college decision cycle ended for me. Some schools rejected me and some schools accepted me. I didn’t get into my #1 school; but I did get into a #1 school. Yet, I’m fairly sure that I’ll be going to a school that I never even considered year ago. All of that nonsense aside, I finished the cycle with a laugh and sigh. It’s over. I have decisions to make and a future ahead of me. But last night none of this was really on my mind. The only thing I could think about was my bed.
Last night I tried to sleep in my own bed. I gave up at about 1AM. I groggily trudged out of my room and slept on the guest bed. I slept like a baby. Not the “wake up several times a night” baby - the “awww she’s not waking up even though the vacuum cleaner is going off” baby. I don’t think I’ve felt this rested since last summer. The guest bed was mediocre. It wasn’t fluffy - it was stiff. It wasn’t homey-it was unfamiliar. But I slept. I don’t think I’m going to sleep in my own bed tonight. Or even the night after. It’s too fluffy.
