Oh, my dearest bed.
How sweet it is to dive in your embrace after a long, hard, day.
Your pillow-top memory-foam or whatever it’s called is perfectly worn to the contours of my aching, tired body.
And my bones sigh in relief as you make contact with my body, and my feet ache in relief.
Oh my dearest bed.
How I wish I could spend more time each day, pressed into your sweet lumps.
But children rise early,
The day starts quickly.
And there’s so much to do.
So my darling, dearest, most best friend bed-
Wait for me until tonight.
When we shell meet again.
About the Creator
Hope Martin
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I am a mother, a homesteader, and an abuse survivor.
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Epilogue
I sat in my office, twisting the wooden ring that Leon had carved for me on my finger. I was uncomfortable, hot, and cranky. And I was bored. Leon was making me a cup of tea in the adjoined kitchen. Estrakulius was resting peacefully next to me against the desk. I had taken up residence in CiCi’s old office as it was easier than moving everything into mine. It had been interesting to find things about CiCi after she was gone. It made me feel like she was still here and comforted me. And she was right, all of the millions and millions of reports were very helpful, no matter how much I hated them.
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