| Our Bed by "Sassy Sue" 06/13/2005 Our bed that we sleep in, split right down the middle. Yours is the big side, mine is the little. The pillows, count six, are where they've always been. It seems that to change things would just be a sin. I've always been a tight sleeper, stayed on my little side, There was no room for me in your Rodeo Ride. The blankets would flail, the pillows would fly, I was always afraid I might just lose an eye! You always looked more rested before going to bed, Even with some sore muscles or a pain in your head. And I, just like you, would get up the next day. Wondering, "On the way to the bedroom, did we lose our way?" I feel more worn out now than eight hours ago. Where in the world is my "morning glow?" Has its shine lost its luster and left me for good? My body feels old now, like heavy, dead wood. Now that you're gone on your mission so true, Looks like I've been beaten, both eyes black and blue. I don't make the bed when I rise from the night, There's really no need as your side stays made tight. The dog, all hundred pounds, keeps me in check. The rumble from her would make soldiers "hit deck!" It's the silence that scares me, you know what I mean, She's her "daddy's puppy", a true bed-hogging queen! When I lay by myself, it's a beautiful thing, I get to enjoy every inch, every spring. The covers are mine, no more playing "freeze out", For that one little moment, I just want to shout. But soon you'll be back and my life will be whole, My space, once again, like a tiny egg roll. The lack of warm covers is a problem I'll beat, I'll just wear flannel jammies with built-in wool feet! |