It’s 5AM and I’ve been wrestling with my bed for hours, like I have the nights before. I think it no longer wants me to sleep in it. Although it has been with me through better and worse, perhaps it has had enough of my wallowing in sadness. Perhaps it wants a mood change, something I am not sure I can offer it anytime soon.
I fear how it will end between us. I fear no other bed will take me.
More sleepless nights on the horizon…