I have a complicated relationship with my bed. I hate it, but I can't stop sleeping with it. I've heard other women compare their beds to clouds or refer to them fondly as their "nests." My bed is like the mighty Sarlacc, George Lucas' mind-creature that sucks in its victims then digests them over the course of 1,000 years.
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