My Bed Up until now I've never had my own bed, I've always slept on the same slanted sofa for as long as I can remember. It gave me terrible back pain but every morning I woke up and longed to go to school just so I can catch a couples of z's in math class. Eight grade I got upgraded to another sofa this on wasn't slanted and much bigger than the older one but one of the springs was broken and got taken out so there was somewhat of a dent split in the middle. That wasn't bed because two weeks later my parents got me a cat and for some reason it loved the dent and didn't mind if I put my legs near her or even on top. Tenth Grade my parents thought enough is enough and got me a sofa (yes still)....BUT...it rolled out into a bed. I never once rolled it out because it took up all the space and I couldn't get the door to open in the morning (I should probably mention that I've never had my own room either I've always slept in the living room). Not to mention it was made out of leather I kid you not the entire mattress was leather is was one of those Art Deco chairs that you aren't supposed to sit in, it's just there. However as hard and uncomfortable that was to sleep on that year I met my first boyfriend and we'd snuggle together on that uncomfortable 'bed' and it no longer seemed uncomfortable... I have my own bed now and sometimes I think that if clouds were more dense they would feel like my bed. But. I no longer go to school. My cat died. My boyfriend broke up with me. I no longer have a living room and I lost all contact with my parents. I guess without intention I'm trying to get across one point everyone is tired of hearing - appreciate what you are given no matter how small or insignificant because one day it may no longer be there. Because I'd rather have one small shitty sofa that was made out of leather, slanted to the point where I'd constantly roll off it and have a dent split in the middle than be alone in my own bed.