B.E.D (Better Every Day)

I am reporting to you live from my bed quarters to give you the scoop, the 411, the "low down" if you will. I know of the happiest place on Earth and I can guarantee that it will give Disney World a run for its money. As a matter of fact, I call it the adult Disney World. The palace made of pallets, my versatile pile.

It serves me well with its multi-purposeful makeup. Sometimes, it is my fortress to escape from the conformists. I grab my favorite tweety bird blanket, go dee p into the shadows, and daydream about life on Mars while basking in solitude. Other times, it is a battlefield where the international pillow fighting championships are held. It is a global competition where we fight to the depth (of our imagination). I, Senor Reaper Cushion, am the definitive titleholder.

After a long day of pillow fights, I need to cleanse myself from the spirit of mild violence. With that notion, my battlefield transforms into a temple. Tall pillars made of pillows surround me as I board the mental train to meditation station. After about 30 minutes, I make a full recovery and peace washes over my mind. From Reaper Cushion to Decorative Throw Pillow in a matter of minutes.

As you can concur, my bed has adaptability. On days when I have too much energy, it is my trampoline. I jump as high as I can while trying to ignore all possibilities of a concussion from hitting my head on the ceiling one too many times. At times I treat the canopy like a jungle gym and I swing from the edge like a wild monkey.

The floral vines that I have wrapped around the bars really help add to the effect.........

When my bed is not being trampled upon, or mauled by a wild animal (me), It is my workspace. It is where I create, I write, and I sing. On special days I may even rap.

"Emcee BedSheet coming at you hardcore, I appreciate my bed because I've slept on the floor. And if I really can be honest I'm just too old for that, so now I stay up in my bed because I've got a bad back."

That was just a little sample of some of my work. That's right, I owe all of that glorious talent to my nice, comfy bed. Something about the way the mattress adheres to the shape of my body just gets me in the mood to produce.

Aside from that, my bed is my dinner table. There is nothing more important than carrying a freshly made meal to your bed for ingestion. I turn on Phineas & Ferb, snuggle my legs into my blanket (which also doubles as my placemat), set my food on my lap, and go to town. Then afterwards, I toss and turn a bit from lying on top of crumbs. It's a bit of a ritual.

The relationship that I share with my bed is detrimental. It is where I get my rest. When I am in it, I feel a keen sense of invincibility. Nothing can touch me. No one can hurt me. It is the finest confinement, the ultimate gratification, and the greatest love of all (word to Whitney). It works great with my minimalist lifestyle by saving me a ton of money. Everything I can do with excess furniture, I can just use my bed to fulfill the same purpose. My bed is the optimal resource. 10/10 would recommend you get yourself one if you haven't already. I know it seems perfect and it mostly is, although I do have one word of advice. If you do happen to get yourself one; make sure that you can get out of it. I've seemed to have a hard time doing that lately.....

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It will contribute to my new handheld vacuum...you know...for the crumbs.