Bed

I am a bed. My life is fairly simple, as inanimate objects go. I don’t move, and I serve only one primary purpose. Throughout most of the day, I am vacant and unoccupied. I just sit here, being a bed. Sometimes the cats or the dog will come in and walk around on me. Sometimes, they’ll even leave the owners a little…..present for when they get home. Other than that, I’m not really worth much until about midnight, when my human gets the most use out of me. And it is at this point in the day (or night) when the bed reigns supreme. It is at these times when I am the single most important thing in the life of a person. I am the thing which the person has been looking forward to all day. All this person wants is somewhere soft and warm to sleep. I suppose they could use the couch, but no one cares about the couch. Well, here comes my human. Time to get to work.