Dear Bed,

Oh sweet, comfortable bed. We go back a long way you and I. But I got to ask you this, Why do you treat me so bad nowadays?  

I know I haven’t been there for a long time now but I thought you would understand. I know I have stained you with coffee and tea and blood and mascara and I know that for a long time I have chosen another one but you, but please help me sleep at nights.  And when I wake up in the middle of the night take me back again, I am just afraid. Please let me rest and not think for a while. It feels like you are the only one that’s left, so comfort me and hug me and let me lay down silently until January.

I know it’s unfair but please be my friend again.

Love,

D.