Bed

(An old piece from a writing prompt, where we had to write about a love hate relationship, so I chose my bed lol)

It’s so comfortable that I can sleep for hrs but it’s comfort makes me never want to get out of it, causing this conflict

This love hate relationship that sometimes causes me to have an affair with the couch Because although comfy, it’s uncomfortable enough that waking up isn’t faced with as much tension

My bed carries me away into a world painted w/ my brains creative synapses as I sleep

But it also carries me into a world painted w/ running late because the sheets and pillows it  contains seduce me to stay through the alarm set on my phone

My bed is the hug I can always have but it’s also the enemy when I need to face reality

It’s voluptuous pillow curves and soft mattress skin are so enticing, like they’re heavens hand me downs. I knew there was something angelic about them.

But what if they were the hand me downs of Lucifer when he was kicked out, maybe that’s why you’re so tempting bed

This love hate relationship, heavenly or sinful.. idk, hit snooze, just five more minutes then I’ll decide