Done You Wrong

If your furniture, appliances, and other inanimate objects at home had feelings and emotions, to which item would you owe the biggest apology?

To my large bed (well it’s not not king sized but still big for one guy, even a guy of my size) I owe you an apology. I am sorry that it’s just me who sleeps on you every night and that I do not have a woman to share the comfort of your mattress with. It’s just lonely ole me who gets in between the sheets, night after night and has the same dreams of yearning and longing and tired of being alone.

So there’s no hugging or sweet talk or pillow talk. Sorry that there is no love making / sex / fucking / horizontal mile doing / boinking or whatever else you may want to call it. It’s only me and my right hand! No long talks in the night about the future or what lies in store during the week or even the next day. No falling asleep in each other’s arms and waking up with a kiss.

Sorry bed. I owe you that and more but I have been unable to do so in the last almost 10 years since I got you.

Prompt from The Daily Post at WordPress.com

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