Writing Prompt Stories

Writing Practice- My Bed: Thing Near Me When I Wanted to Write

Warning: I'm an unorganized writer so far. Hope it's not too weird.

The uncomfortable bed covered in a wrinkled blue-grey sheet was pushed against a wall that appears to be built of wooden panels but it's really a thin wooden sheet somehow attached over concrete walls, unorganized books and buried boxes at either end.

I've had this bed for years now. We've had our many problems... I lied. Me and my bed have had only one issue. It's fabric killing springs. I've destroy many pants due to springs that stick out, which are now happily stuck at the bottom of the mattress since it was flipped.

Recently though, I've acquired a new problem with it: Taunting memories. You see, I broke up with who is now my ex. My bed loves to remind me of joyful memories with him- conversations, games, and a little more but you know- don't kiss & tell. It makes me miss him just a bit. I hate it more than the springs.

So, as you can tell, my uncomfy blue bed is more like a thorn today.

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OK! After a few hours of reading Murder In Mind and going back over to highlight details pertaining to the crime it's about just to get into it, I discovered a dead corpse on my bed. Ignore the drama people... Not the remains of a human body, it was just a dead beetle. I'm just really into the whole murder mystery thing today and I thought a couple odd ends would make my writing practice story more exciting.

Anyways, I'm paranoid and picky and therefore can't be alright sharing with the remains of... I can't think of a famous beetle character... Kubo's long lost father or I could call him DIM! I forgot about A Bug's Life. I'm unreliable... I pushed Dim off with a rolled up paper.

I bet you can tell I don't like insects much, but I love tarantulas. Well, I'm not sleeping where that thing was and I was planning on ditching the old blue sheet anyways. I need a change in small scenery, a bedroom-sized change.

I threw my jacket and blanket out of the way, opened my closet doors and quickly decided on a sheet that appeared to have polka dots. But first the blue sheet had to go, back in the closet was the plan.

I yanked the sheet halfway off releasing a cloud of dust that fell on the carpet. New plan! I rolled it up and dropped it in the bathroom tote.

I got the sheet down discovering that it wasn't polka dotted at all. It was flowers. Green and yellow and blue flowers. I pulled the sheet over the poor mattress beneath. I'll spare you that image.

A second bug made me uneasy about my bed for a while- His name is Undead. He was dead too and I didn't like him. 'I'll never be okay sleeping here again! The universe is against me being happy.' I thought, dramatically, of course. 'This seems like a good reason to get a brand new unused bed.' Its a nice idea... A bed with no springs and with a pretty bedframe. But not likely. I also thought that I can't wait to hand this off to my sister.

I fixed the edges once more and washed my hands till the water grew cold. I stared at the bed and made it a point to wash my hands again. Sorry... I'm odd, just odd.

Finally satisfied, I got in comfy new clothes. I needed new. Comfy is good. Cozy is good. I love it. Especially in winter, when it's cold outside, even though the recent snow is now mud puddles.

By this time, I'd had thought about my bed's new look, flowery and happy. I kinda wanted my sheets to come off as angry, not cheerful. Kinda like how my phone has parental advisory on the lockscreen.  And I like designs on bedsheets- Love them. Though I'd rather one such as girly roses and Paris or movies meaning Disney. But turns out, it feels nicer than my last sheet and it's softer. I already slept on it- accidentally. The sleep was nice. I can be okay with flowers.

That's all, but... um... I apologize for any and all drama such as the insect corpse and the flowers and the springs. I think it makes a story more interesting. What'd ya think?