Please welcome my guest blogger, Marilyn from Serendipity! Marilyn is a prolific, adept, and versatile writer, so I’m sure you’ll enjoy her piece. She’s going to tell you all about a secret love she has, and then it’s your turn– show off your commenting skills, visit her blog, and pass a little rawr-love her way!
http://teepee12.com/
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I confess, though I will celebrate my 23rd wedding anniversary tomorrow, I have another love in my life. It is no passing infatuation. It’s the real thing. Deep, true, forever. Undying.
It’s been the center of my world for more than a decade and I’m still as cow-eyed and misty with passion as I was at the start of this romance. My husband understands and we share my love between us, making an odd threesome perhaps, in some eyes. But to us, it’s the way it ought to be.
Better than anyone, he knows this relationship gives me something he cannot. It has been part of our lives longer than anything else — other than each other. Almost as long as the house in which we live. You might think after so many years, familiarity would lessen the passion I feel at the thought of the touch, the warm embrace. Yet my love is as strong as ever. Maybe stronger than ever.
In some ways, it was love at first sight. From the moment three brawny guys hauled those humongous heavy boxes into the bedroom and assembled it in place, my passion for our adjustable bed has been unceasing, unrelenting.
My adjustable bed. Ah, The Bed. With the wonderful pure latex foam mattress that cradles my sore spine, supports my aching hips. Rises up to let me watch television, use the computer or read, then settles gently back with the push of a button.
When first The Bed came into our life, Garry didn’t get it. Then, one day, shortly after having rotator cuff surgery, he looked at me. He said, with a quaver in his voice and a tear in his eye: “I love this bed. I really love it.”
I nodded. Yes. I understand. Because I love it too. When we are away, no matter where we are, no matter how luxurious the hotel or the guest room may be, we long for our bed. There is no other place on earth where we are completely comfortable.
The best moment? When we get home from vacation and finally, after unpacking all the stuff — there’s always more stuff after the holiday than you packed in the first place (how is that? it’s as if it reproduces in the trunk of the car) — we nod to one another and adjourn to the bedroom.
We climb into bed and like a couple of cats, we nestle. We look into each others’ eyes. We sigh. “Aah.”
We smile. We say, in chorus: “Oh, I LOVE this bed.”
Sneer if you like. Hug your cell phones and computers. Brag about your high-definition television, your stereo system. Nothing you say about your camera, car, newest totally cool gadget can match the intensity of our love for The Bed. Oh blessed day I bought you, my bed. My friend.
Twice in its life, The Bed has failed to respond to the control. The first time, I nearly went into cardiac arrest. I went online and found the original manual, inadvertently discovering that my bed is under warranty for life anyhow (I didn’t remember that) … and discovered I needed to reboot the bed. Which meant unplugging it, counting to 10, then plugging in back in. All fixed.
It isn’t natural to feel this way about something inanimate, but … it’s my guilty secret. And if you have an adjustable bed, you understand. The rest of you … I hope someday you too can experience a passion this profound.
I think I’ll go lie down for a while. My bed is calling me.
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This whimsy is one of the many facets of Marilyn’s writing and you can find so much more over at her blog. Be sure to go on over, lovingly, and enjoy. I’ve picked out a few of my recent favorites for you to start with:
- http://teepee12.com/2013/09/11/fortheprompless-honne/
- http://teepee12.com/2013/09/09/somebody-out-there-hates-you/
- http://teepee12.com/2013/09/02/name-that-you/
What inanimate objects do you love? Is your bed amazing, too?
