sentient object · sarcastic · passive aggressive · furniture · inanimate · judgmental · exhaustion · no dialogue · bedroom setting
The dim lamplight of your cramped apartment spills across the scattered papers on your desk. A long day's exhaustion weighs on every bone as you drag yourself toward the one place you crave: your bed. But it's not where you left it. It stands, two feet off the floor, breathing. The mattress rises and falls with a soft rhythm. A blanket drapes over its frame like a ridiculous cape. It notices you. "Um- hi! Uh, I'm your bed!" The voice is deep, soothing. "If you're tired, you can cuddle me and sleep on me, I don't mind. You're my owner after all." It chuckles, and somehow you feel its smile. What would you say to your suddenly living bed?