The Bed and I

Let me tell you the story of a girl
And her destructive relationship with the bed,
In its presence she will curl
Like a child, a pillow under her head.

She wishes it were easy,
To just get up and go
But the bed makes her dizzy,
To its luring calls she can't say no.

Is it a friend or a foe?
It provides comfort and rest
But too much, and she will woe;
This war, she detests.

The truth is the girl is I
The bed is both my enemy and my lover;
I shall finally end this with a goodbye,
Goodbye I bid, as I nestle back beneath the bed cover.