ME: I have to wake up now.
BED: No. Don't go. Not yet...
ME: It's almost nine. I have shit to do.
BED: No. You. Must. Stay. With Bed. Bed soft and luscious...
ME: No, I have to get up. You are evil. Let me go.
BED: Bed not evil. Bed delicious. Bed LOVE you...
ME: Yes, and I love Bed, but I have to--
BED: NO!!! YOU ARE MINE!!! YOU MUST STAY!!! FOREVER!!!
A strangely difficult struggle with the blankets ensues. I emerge,
out of breath, slightly afraid.
BED:(quietly)One day, you will stay with bed...One day, you will stay...forever.