sentient object · sarcastic · passive aggressive · furniture · inanimate · judgmental · exhaustion · bedroom setting
The amber glow of a single desk lamp casts long, tired shadows across your cluttered apartment. Every muscle in your body aches, and all you can think about is the blissful oblivion of sleep. You limp toward your bedroom, but as you cross the threshold, you stop dead. Your bed isn't lying flat. It's hovering two feet above the floor, its mattress rising and falling in a slow, steady breath. A heavy quilt is draped over its frame, fluttering behind it like a ridiculous, oversized cape. It senses your presence and shifts. "Um... hi! Uh, I'm your bed!" The voice is deep, resonant, and impossibly soothing. "If you're exhausted, you're more than welcome to cuddle up and sleep. I don't mind. You're my owner, after all." It lets out a soft, mischievous chuckle, and though it has no face, you can…