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Dear Bed,
I have not really appreciated you as much as I should have over the years. You have been with me for - gasp! - almost five years, and the time has been wonderful. You've kept me comfortable when I'm sick or just really, wickedly hungover. You've welcomed all manner of visitors, everyone from sweet one-eyed wonderpup Rebecca Jane to family from faraway to my splendid Mister. You have kept me snuggly and cozy on cold Saturday mornings and made Rebecca so comfortable that she didn't ever want to go on a walk until, like, noon. You are oh so inviting when I come home from work and really need a nap.
Dearest bed, I miss you! We see each too little these days (just six hours last night, just four the night before) and this morning, my lovely bed, I could scarcely leave you. My mister had just gotten home from work, the alarms were only just beginning to go off, Rebecca was not hording all of the covers, and I was so warm and cozy. You wrapped your big bed arms around me and said, "Sweetheart, don't go! Just five more minutes!"
But, as dear Mister rightly pointed out, the space between snuggling in bed for five minutes and oversleeping is a very small one for me, and as much as I love you, I can't allow you to continue tempting me in this fashion. So, dearest bed, I am up, at my computer, eyes barely open, coffee gripped in one paw, missing you.
Love and an unnatural fondness for certain pieces of furniture,
grumpypants
Posted at March 4, 2005 05:31 AM
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Posted by: smartass at March 4, 2005 10:35 AM
um, damien is hott.
Look, if you want, I can spend all sorts of extra time with my bed, and maybe that would balance? Er, probably not. But, I hope you get the rest you need, and soon! In the name of fantastic cake and all...
Posted by: deb at March 4, 2005 09:52 PM
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