Dear Bed,
On Saturday morning, I realized how much I have missed spending every un-awaking hour with you. School has furiously wedged itself between us this last two weeks. I feel as though we aren't spending the quality time that is necessary for my health and your feeling of usefulness. I am sure the Other Half has been doing his share enough for the both of us. Believe me when I say I would rather be there, wrapped in the quilts and sheets than doing anything else right now. Believe me, you aren't the only one feeling neglected as is the room in the above post. We will get our time, I promise. Otherwise, I will be sick because of it.