My Bed

A few years ago my Ex, who didn’t know what to do for me because of my depression over my fathers death and the slow and painful death of my marriage, gave me a bed for my birthday.

He took me to our favorite furniture store. He told me to pick out whatever I wanted.

I got a beautiful king sized sleigh bed.

All wood.

Lovely carvings.

I love this bed.

While looking for a new home … one of my criteria was to have a room for this bed.

Well I’m in my home. In MY bed.

And I still love it. But I’m the only one in it… and I still sleep on one side and on the edge of it.

Not close enuff to fall (usually). But on the edge nonetheless.

Why? I can sleep in the middle. Why don’t i?

Is it too soon?

Have I not had enuff time… sleeping alone in a double bed… hating every moment of it?

I try to move to the middle… why the hell not? But I gravitate to the edge.

Ughhhh

I guess this will just take time.