As the last musical note flitted through the air MJ sat back down on
the bean cushion and exhaled her last ounce of energy. Tonight had been
ROUGH and she felt the urge for bed singing its familiar song. She
smiled and closed her eyes thinking of the sweet surrender she had yet
to feel. Bed, oh glorious splendid amazingly grand bed. They should
write more odes to these shrines of sleep and more songs about the
sheets and duvets that wrap so lovingly around your body.
Her eyes
fluttered open, and she was taken aback by the most unusual sight. Her
bed had moved and was now directly in front of her nose. She could smell
the fibres, which was weird because she didn’t realise her nose was
still attached to her face. She could have sworn she was still in her
lounge a second ago.
Shrugging her shoulders she thought it
needn’t matter. Bed was here, so was she and together they would have a
glorious affair of epic proportions stemming long into the late hours of
tomorrow morning. It was the first complete weekend she had to herself
in two years and it was amaze-balls. Although her time with her friends
had been short that day she felt bonded and friended to the max. She got
up and proceeded to make her way into bed when a thought, importantly
enough, hit her in the conscious part of her brain.
“Did I brush my teeth?”
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