My Bed

I love my bed. It is my best relationship. My mattress was a gift from my parents after I graduated undergrad. Apartments in Chicago don't come furnished, and I really wanted a quality bed for sleeping during law school.

Anyways, I washed my sheets a little bit ago. I have several sets of sheets (i ask for a set of high thread count sheets every year from Christmas), so this only has to happen every once in awhile. That and i am just plain old dirty.

Getting to the point, the other day i was looking at my bed. Something just didn't look right. I stared it for a minute. Then i figured it out. I only had two pillows. Ever since I had that bed, I have usually had four pillows. That is what happens when you have a girlfriend for the three years of law school. After I moved into my current place, I had continued to use four pillows out of habit. It appears that I subconsciously eliminated the two extra pillows last time i stripped the bed.

I have never felt so single. Yet, I am so very comfortable with it. Go me.