made_bed jennifer I mae my bed last night and crawled into it and I kept thinking I would never have to make it again if I could wake up next to you 001030 ... silentbob i was lying in bed with you, holding you so close that i held my breath to make you more comfortable, so i wouldn't be drowning you in hot steamy carbon dioxide. but the other two people in the bed made it to heavy to hold and it broke. 001030 ... grendel lying there in the dark staring at the ceiling thinking of her wishing she was here beside me 001030 ... unhinged we never made it to the bed...it was always the couch. i chuckle to think that two nights ago i almost fell asleep on your couch again your arms wrapped around me....hours earlier kissing my friend. you had that smug look on your face but nothing could ever be more satisfying to me than "You are well hidden" i never hid myself from you jon...there was always truth. you never bothered to look closer. 010115 ... deb i tend to ignore my bed in the morning (ok,ok, afternoon, i'm guilty) -if i make it at all, it's late in the evening when i go to turn the electric blanket on (so frickin' cold in here) and i make the bed just so the whole thing's warm when i slither in to stay awake for hours just staring at the ceiling because i don't sleep anymore- 010115 ... twiggie i don't see the point in taking the time out to make your bed. it's just going to get messed up in a matter of hours anyway. 010116 ... Paragraph What's that? 010312 ... the swinger of birches make no bed your willing to lay in, let those flannel folds fall lifeless between your hands i guess i'd just like to be there beside you in the morning, quiet and unknowing quiet as the conrowed mini blinds puncture through with light, and i'd hold that hand i just did yesterday and thank you for the ride with that new day, a kiss so soft and i'd hurry off a foolish, giddy thought into the kitchen into a pair of old, dirty jeans, faded and bleached by sun maybe pour myself a glass of something and suck on a lemon while you'd walk in all bleary-eyed and calm, and tell me how you are and what you're thinking. i'd take you in like that dali painting i end up staring at for hours not knowing what to think but happy to know this feeling. becuase my feeling is stronger than my thought and that perhaps is all i need to know in order to believe that i've got you wrapped around my finger forever. 010312 ... mockingbird my bed lacks sheets just a pillow & a sleeping bag with the zipper half-detached and broken 051221 ... pete we always look at the bed, thinking whether or not we should make it. the coversheet is lost somewhere on the ground. the last time i slept there i found a pair of my socks. usually we just pull the covers close and share the warmth of proximity. as we breathe, slowly in and out (no kissing), the temperature increases, pillows slip away, sleep comes, locked in eachothers' arms. waking is as much a bliss as it is a pain. always soon after our eyes open one or the other leaves (depending whose house we are at). the business of dedicated students, one a cook the other a t.a., leaves little time before dinner for the other. each time, where ever we are, the bed is only ever made on those nights we're together. 051221 ... REAListic optimIST i love a made_bed, with the covers turned down, made to look inviting. A fuzzy down_comforter to lie on, a satiny blanket to wrap up in, and a flannel comforter to pull over me, and the icing on the cake is a flannel pillow case on a down pillow. mmnnnnn... as a matter of fact, what am i doing sitting here typing when i could be crawling into that invitingly made_bed 051222 what's it to you? who go blather from