Friday, January 16, 2009

An Open Love Letter

Dear Bed,

I love you. Right now, sitting here listening to my kids play, all I want to do is crawl back in and snuggle down. And ever since you got those new sheets, those glorious, nice sheets, for Christmas, things are better than ever.

I know we've gone through some rough patches. It still makes me want to cry remembering how distant we were from each other with both of the babies. I spent most of my time on the couch and in the rocking chair. But you know that I always wanted to be with you, right? When I was sobbing in the middle of the night in the rocking chair because we hadn't spent quality time together in weeks, just the idea of you in there without me was torture.

Sometimes I don't give you the attention I know you deserve. I mean, come on, when was the last time I made you? It's not that I don't want you to look nice, but when you're all done up like that you feel so, I don't know, inaccessible. I like you just the way you are--you don't need to worry about fancy bedspreads and throw pillows. You're beautiful.

And you inspire me, you know that? I didn't have a single new idea until last week, dozing in your warm embrace during naptime. And then, BAM, there was Paranormalcy! I know right now it seems like my writing is coming between us. I don't sleep as much, I'm coming in later and later, and naptime is completely gone. But I think we both know I'm happier when I'm writing, and that by the time I finally crawl to bed I'm even more grateful and in love than I would be if I was just heading in early out of boredom.

So please don't feel bad. Manuscripts will come and go, but you'll always be an obsession.

Can't wait to see you again--

Kiersten

18 comments:

Laptop said...

Don't be fooled by her pretty words, Bed. She's as fickle as the sunshine in winter. I mean, a North Dakota winter, not a San Diego winter.

BBJD said...

Kiersten, Kiersten, Kiersten, why do you do these things to me?

So many times you set up the great comments to what you've posted - but I lack the guts to actually write what I want because I'm afraid instead of thinking I'm funny, you'll think I'm creepy.

I just have to bite my fingers and hope someone else takes the bait and writes it.

I'm beginning to think Laptop may be right, after all. You're cruel, Kiersten. You know that, don't you?

(But like the moth to the flame I will return to be tantalized again. You just write too brilliantly. Sigh.)

Kiersten said...

It's true, Bevie. I'm a cruel, cruel woman. I blame lack of sleep.

BBJD said...

What do you say about that, Laptop?

Laptop said...

I've been telling you all this for months. She's cruel AND insane. And I'm so, so tired of her tiny little fingers pounding my keyboard into oblivion. The sooner she finished Paranormalcy the better.

Bed said...

Sshhhhh!

I'm tryin' ta snooze here...

Kiersten said...

Creepy...I don't know whose bed that was, because it sure as heck wasn't mine...mine doesn't have wireless.

lotusgirl said...

I have a great love affair with my bed as well. In fact, it's calling to me right now. I may have to...

Kasie West said...

I just adore your love letters. It is one of my top five goals in life to receive a love letter from Kiersten (my other four goals will remain nameless because they are equally unattainable and idealistic). Thanks for today's entertainment. I'm off to write.

Kiersten said...

Lotus, I'm so glad that this post made you appreciate your bed even more. Just doing my part to bring people together. Or people and furniture, I suppose.

Kasie--does your husband know about this goal? And if so, how does he feel? We'll see. Maybe someday...

sraasch said...

There's actually a musical called "Once Upon a Mattress," a spin off of The Princess and the Pea. You're musical could be a spin off of Romeo and Juliet: Serta and Kiersten.

Renee Collins said...

I am SO over sleep.

Seriously, I have decided to become one of those people like Donald Trump, who get four hours of sleep and are totally fine with it. Think of all the things you could do!

Sleep sucks! Join me on my anti-Sleep crusade!

. . . anyone?

*crickets*

Kiersten said...

Sara--get writing.

Renee--the idea for this post began as an analogy, with me saying that if sleep were a person, we'd be lovers with this really stormy relationship. And then I realized, wow, that's creepy and weird and not true. So instead I just wrote a love letter to my bed.

So yeah, no recruiting here.

Lady Glamis said...

You've reeled me into your blog. I swore I wouldn't add anymore blogs to my too-long list, but yours looks too good to pass up. :) You should feel ever-so honored. Almost as honored as my bed would feel if I paid more attention to it.

Alas, writing and kids and blogging has come between me and the sheets yet again.

You have a character named Evie? Is it short for Evelyn? Because in my first novel, I have a character with that name. Her evil Italian brother calls her Evie. And yeah, it's a story about a kidnapping, too. What a popular subject for some odd, freaky reason.

Glad we've blog-met!

Kiersten said...

Lady Glamis! So glad I've reeled you in...(insert evil laughter here)

Yes, Evie is short for Evelyn. But the kidnapping book isn't about Evie ; )

Glad we've met, too, and welcome!

cindy said...

haha! seriously, i love my bed, too! and munchkin slept in the car seat (the carrier one) for the longest time, so i could rock him violently to sleep. ha!

JaneyV said...

My bed is my most treasured possession. I spend more time there than anywhere else. I love sleeping, I love just sitting there looking out the window, I love vegging out and not having any thoughts at all. As long as I have my bed I am human.

The last week I've been sleep deprived and I have found that I cannot function. I could not blog. I could just about check my email but I had not the faculty to reply. I was a shell. I got a good night's sleep last night and here I am at 3 am checking out the blogs I missed all week. I will be sorry tomorrow.

Then again I might just stay in bed....

sylvia said...

I've been sleeping HUGE amounts lately.

Does that mean I'm in a drama-free relationship for once?

Cool.