Love story

once upon a time there was a girl who loved her bed.

alas, she had to work.

so she and her bed were parted for many hours of the day.

the girl dreamed of her bed at work, and they rendezvoused faithfully every night.

but people at the office envied her, and conspired between themselves

to separate her from her bed forever.

so they sent her more work.

she got snowed in at her office cubicle and couldn't get out.

then, just as she was done, they sent her on an overseas posting, violating the sanctity of the attachment by forcing her to sleep with strange, foreign beds in hotel rooms.

when she finally got back, her bed was waiting for her, but she hardly knew it any more.

the end.

(happy valentine's day, people!)
P.S. This story is a figment of my imagination and any resemblance to -
P.P.S. Ok, ok. The first four lines are true. I was ill, all right?!