A Bed

Soft and furry, the touch of what feels like blanket embraces a body and their friend, cotton pajamas. The pajamas and the blanket perform a ritualistic song and dance together. The joining of fibers could be echoed in the room, and the joyous moan of the mattress bed cheers on the song and dance, as the blanket and pajamas scrunch and shuffle, wriggle and stretch into each others arms.

Silence falls upon the body as its cells swim thorugh vessels of vains and arteries, and enter the heart in which it is absorbed back to its original place. Now the pajamas, blanket and mattress fall into a deep trance and move only when spoken to. Lint particles settle to their landing spot, and occasionally swirl around the room when a draft is present. Only the pillow actively absorbes the soft breathing of the human, and as the pillow is a selfish species, it is cool to the touch and smells like shampoo. It keeps the humans breath to itself, from every inhale to the last exhale.

But in the morning, when rays of the sun heat everything in its path, and the birds begin to twitch and sing, once again the pajamas and blanket dance and sing the awakening ritual with a wriggle and a wraggle. If the dance was good, no human would resist leaving the dance. But when the shuffle ends and the fibers of cotton and blanket material begin to seperate, thrown on the cold, harsh floor or dropped against the whining mattress, soon enough cotton pajamas and the blanket with be one.