I love my parents' bed. It is probably the most magical place in my house. It's the just right mixture of soft and firm, so you don't feel like your bed is uncomfortably squishy, but it doesn't feel like a rock either.
You just lay down on it and all the sadness in the world goes *kaput*. No more MEH, no more essays, no more homework- just a wonderland of softness. It absorbs all your stress, then radiates comfort that turns you into limp heap of relaxation.
Yes, that is a good bed. I have no idea why my bed is never that awesome, but I have high hopes that my own bed will one day do that.
“If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.”
― Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies
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