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In the wintertime, I fall in love with my bed. I can’t help it. It is so warm, so cozy, so personally inviting. I crawl into it gratefully at night and depart from it with a reluctance each morning that increases as the days grow darker and colder. So today the muse has inspired me, and I have composed the following poem:
TO MY BED
Ah, beloved place of rest
Refuge on a stormy day
How I long to stay with you
To while the winter hours away.
But, alas, the morning dawns
And with it all my dreams take flight
My chiefest solace is to know
I’ll be with you again tonight.
Kristy says: For this exact reason I found myself in bed by 9:00pm TWICE last week.