Things we lost in the fire

Bed

We had a fire,I don't know how it started but it killed my bed.A bed is a place where you can lay and sleep and use to get away from the world with its your best friend if you think about it.When you are in your bed you get into your comfort zone,you become you,you be yourself.You don't fake yourself for people,maybe when your having sex and you act like that person sex is good but it isn't but you just want to make them feel good so you act.But that's not important now what's important is when you fake yourself for people and your friends to fit in,but with your bed you don't have to,it accepts you for being you no matter your  size,shape,race, any everything else it doesn't care it loves you for you.You can lean on it,it's their so you can cry and share your sorrows and as share your problems you know no answers but your bed hears you and he or she makes sure you have the best of sleep.That fire took it all from me,what am I gonna sleep on who it gonna listen to me,what am I gonna do.

Hey guys I hope you like the first chapter I know it's short but that all I can think of.And if you are wondering this is not by experience I didn't have a fire that burn down my house,I just woke up one morning and was like I need to write a story about the room and the things we have and how we should  appreciate the things we got.I am gonna update anytime I am like I am free most of the time so yea !!!!!!😆😎😀😀👍🏽