okay, i've been without you for about a year and this damned sofa-bed is killing me. no, i really mean it. it has developed a sort of dent in the middle and i can't help but roll into it while i'm sleeping. i'm stuck sleeping on a slant. and still, i just can't get away from what is becoming an abyss. even my soft sea green sheets (which happen to be my favorite set) can't save me from the misery caused by that dreaded sofa-bed.
i need a bigger apartment. i need more than one closet. i need book shelves and another room to get lost in. i need more corners, more nooks and crannies, somewhere to hide from rambunctious boys playing overhead. i need more windows, more sunshine, a better view than the various knee-caps that parade endlessly by the screenless window...
i need dear you, my gorgeously soft yet firm mattress and boxspring...so i can once again dress you in my favorite comforter and sheets. i need you to bring me to more purposeful rest, to comfort me when my body aches from a too long run in worn down sneakers, i need you to absorb the stray tear...