My favorite place to be, the place I go when I feel sad or happy, the place that I can connect the most with, my dear bed, of all the wonderful places that I could pick it is my bed that has conquered all. Now I must answer the million dollar question: why my bed? Well, the person who is most likely questioning why I choose my bed?.You know the feeling of having to wake up in the morning but not being able to because your beds so comfortable right? And the pure hatred you feel you your alarm as it goes aEh Ahe AEh aEH it’s horrible absolutely afawl. I can’t explain how much I hate alarms there the vain of my existence the Ahe Eah AEhb haunts my existence it’s the shadow in the back of my head torturing me for all of existence.
The bed is also where you sleep ah sleep how I love sleep the pillow behind my head and blanket are like soft clouds which are like sheep’s coat.
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Short Storyit's a bunch or random stuff I like to talk about it's more of a random story and random bits of my writing. if your interested it is a bit funny at times I just want to know what people think about the story's and bits of writing.
