with the cat nibbling at the top of the water jug
and the dog buried underneath the shroud of sleep
and the breeze caressing the drapes into a free form dance
its any wonder that i get out of bed at all.

its easily the fuzziest warmest place on earth
its like disney
with not nearly as many daily visitors
but just as fun.

its gaia's play pen and wrestling arena
its chainsaws favorite place to sneak attack in the dark
its my favorite movie chair in the house
and my favorite writing one as well.

and i wonder why im writing this shit about a bed
and i wonder this as its 9 am and 75 degrees outside
and ive got wiring to do on the bike.
i wonder no more.