my bed <insert imaginary snapshot here> is cyclic. It goes through a constant process, much like the lights, the road, the people and the metallic-ly monstrous cars that intersect at 77 mass. ave. The bed, much like the intersection, goes through a cyclic process of birth and rebirth. In conjunction with this I perform a ritual of covering upon the bed. I move my masses of clothes, devices, books, notes, notebooks, and microscopic clods of dirt onto the bed when I awaken in the morning, and off the bed when I asleepen in the evening.
This is to appease my bed, which is very demanding. I seldom manage to please it, however, and it exacts its revenge in the form of sleep taken. A sleep stolen is a dream deferred, or a rest restricted, as many of us know.
This problem, this problem of demanding beds, is not an isolated one. It is the problem of millions of bed...bed users throughout the...throughout this thing we are on.
You are not alone.
You are never alone.