Ode to My Bed 

by Grace Bowman

Always changing linens,
like a masquerade. 
Swathed in patterns and layers,
Your support remains the same.

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You hold me when I’m sick, heartbroken 
Or down.

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You are a constant comforter,
An escape to faraway places only I can see.
A land of duvet.
In winter, your company is the best to receive.

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Cuddled kittens and flannel wait for me.
Glowing warm from an egg yolk sun oozing through the blinds.

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Even in misty, slushy rain;
My beautiful bed, my nest
Stays the same. 
No matter the time, I pine to see.

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Oh, bed,
You are too good for me!