Sunday, March 7, 2010

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Why did I never appreciate my bed the way I should have? Lenora wondered, turning on her other side to help alleviate the pain in her shoulder. Everyone knows the ground is hard, but you don't truly understand what it means until you attempt to sleep on it. Rocks are pointy. Dew is cold. The dark is dark. Unknown noises are scary. Having to pee without a proper bathroom is annoying. I promise to love my next bed. I promise I will thank it every night and every morning.

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