Dear Bed,

Thank you, thank you, thank you. I truly cannot thank you enough. Thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for always making me feel better. Thank you for being so cozy and comforting. Thank you for keeping me warm on cold December nights and keeping me snug on rainy April days. Thanks for being an escape when I can’t face the real world any longer. Thanks for being there waiting for me after a night out or a long day. Thanks for never getting tired of me because I certainly could never get tired of you.

I’m sorry for leaving you every morning. It’s not my choice. If it were up to me, I would stay with you all day long. Don’t worry though, I will always come back every night (or afternoon). And you’re always there, waiting for me, just where I left you. So reliable that I never have to worry about you leaving me.

Remember that time I had my wisdom teeth removed and I didn’t leave you for three days? Or that time my heart was broken and you helped me heal by letting me lay with you for however long I needed. Or that one week in the summer I was a little too hooked on Shameless and I stayed with you for almost the entire time. I am thankful for these times.

I love all our lazy Sundays together. Those days I never get sick of you and I dread Monday morning because I know I’m going to be taken away from you again.

Those nights I can’t fall asleep, don’t worry, it’s never your fault. It’s always my own fault. My thoughts got the best of me or I took too long of a nap that day. Please don’t blame yourself. You are always perfectly warm and comfortable. I would never ask you to change.

I love your soft sheets and memory foam layers. I’m crazy about all of your silky blankets and fluffy pillows. You can always make me smile.

I miss you when I’m away on trips and my favorite thing is coming home to you and getting a good night’s sleep. No hotel room mattress will ever compare. No friend’s couch comes close to your comfort. You are the best part about coming home. You are the only thing that makes leaving a tropical vacation bearable.

I guess I’m just trying to say I’m lucky to have you. I’m happy I get to have my own bed and I do not have to sleep in a box on the street. You are my sanctuary and the only place I really get to call “mine”. You are the place I go to get away from all of the madness and you protect me from the outside world. You are not thanked enough for all that you do.

I love you, bed. Thanks for being you.

Sincerely,

Your biggest fan