Shouldn't…but Do

I am getting rid of things these days. The bed is going. King-size. Old. Too old. I am kicking it to the curb this week.

That leaves me a mattress. May toss it too. Leaving me the floor, something soothingly transient about that.

Beds. Good for sleep and connection with soul or flesh, or for unrest and disconnection with same. Everyone sleeps somewhere, many genuinely believing they are awake.

It is not for memory, or for lack of it, that I dispose of the bed. It has been faithful only to me, yet I welcome its demise.

Beds. Inviting, safe harbor for some. Not for me.