Dear Bed
I miss you.
I miss your warmth, your softness, your hardness. The way you give your support to me and the way you make me feel like a Princess.
I wish I was with you right now, so that you could envelop me and soothe my fevered brow.You'd say in your language: "Oh Cat, sleep well, dream sweetly".
And then I would, and after we'd laugh at how rubbish I am at Poker.
Love Cat xx
Friday, 21 November 2014
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