An Ode to my King Bed: Reprise

When I moved I brought my blow up bed with me

Two thousand miles through desert and forest, prairie and valley.

When I arrived at my final destination, it came with a bed.

King

Bigger than anything I’d seen before.

(Well, not exactly,

but so it seemed).

I graduated from the air mattress that I used to call home–

Gypsy berth–

To a massive bed with memory foam.

Blue comforter, blue room.

I scarcely knew what to do.

I clamber into bed each and every night

And just after I turn out the light

I curl on my side, pillow between knees.

Curled up in a ball

on the very edge of my king.