As soon as I push into it, it presses into me, but just a little bit. The soft cushion supporting the curves of my back, as the Egyptian cotton sheets beneath me feels light against tired body.
This bed, I purchased last year on Black Friday special after selling my previous one just a year before. Mistakenly thinking that I would move to Korea and start a new life there, and never to return to South Africa aside from visiting friends and godson.
A bad decision in hindsight, not to store the bed in storage for six months; would have been much cheaper than purchasing a new bed. Little did I realize that I would pay more with worsening exchange rate and price escalation from inflation and other increases.
I thought I would ‘rough’ it with a bed ordered from Sloom, without a bed room, living on the floor. But my body said no. It is not comfortable. Living on the floor is also not okay. I’m not a university student anymore.
And so, I looked for the perfect bed. The one bed just for me, at a bed shop near the hood. The first one I chose, I went back to purchase from a different sales man, upsetting the original guy who helped me.
Teaching me that I know what I want, and the first choice is often the one I purchase, because other options are only distractions.
And so, on this bed, I find myself. Marveling at its softness and comfort I feel every time I find myself horizontal. Yet, why do I find myself passing out on the hard futon sofa for two nights in a row?
Oh bed, I shall greet you tonight, with appreciation and awe for all the joys you provide me.
Come to think of it, all beds I’ve ever purchased have been premium. Expensive and queen sized.
And so, I’m going to stick to being myself. In this bed, getting a good night’s rest.
Good night, and sleep well.
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