My bed is many things
Soft and comforting
Cold and lonely
I don't know which it is tonight
My bed is where I relax and watch videos
Yet it's also where my thoughts drift to darkness
I either awaken ready for my day or awaken restless
My bed is my prison and my escape transporter
It is here I'm trapped under my blankets unable to move
Yet it's also here where I escape to far away lands full of color
Tonight I don't know which path my bed will take me
For as I said
My bed is many things
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Brain wired with Yarn
PoetryDeep thoughts by a random young adult that needs to be written down and told to somebody.
