I love my bed
I love the smell of freshly laundered sheets
I love the warmth and weight of the sheets on top of me.
I spend so much time in bed
I have sex
I watch TV in it.
I aimlessly browse the internet
I listen to podcasts
Sometimes I cry in it
I feel sad
Find comfort in it.
I also have no respect for it.
I’m always eating in it
When I am sick I drool all over my pillows
I don’t change my sheets enough.
I know I’m always safe
Here in bed.
Laura Pearson is a Montreal-based artist and writer