It doesn’t matter how pretty you make a bed but if you have never had anyone in it. It is just a bed a bed to rest your thoughts although you never really seem to rest. Some people do but as for the rest of us. The bills, life, survival all come into play in a place that is suppose to be the symbol of relaxation.

How can i relax when i have to think about if tomorrow will be the last day that milk might be affordable to everyone at an affordable price not just people who are named the Forbes number one profit maker of the year.

Well there’s always sleep to look forward to. Right?

When can i sleep. I have to work into the night and through the break of day so that i can afford the room the bed is in and especially those pretty blankets that make me feel so comfortable when i come home to my pretty bed and take off my shoes and sit down only to find out someone broke something, someone called and i missed it, something needs repair and everything is due tomorrow.

My pretty bed, my masterpiece but he doesn’t see it like that. Only a place to sleep and make you know. He doesn’t care about the ruffles on the pillows and the comforter he only cares about the ruffles on me. Never a complain about my bed as long as all his “special places” are where they are suppose to be. When he comes home if at all. People say it is a man’s job to be away always and making money so i can buy this pretty bed oh wait, thought i was doing that. Confused.

But amiss all the chaos, hey my bed is pretty!

~Enjoy life cause when it’s over there are no do overs.