Love Letter to Bed

Work has been quite stressful yet exciting and on the go lately. It's been quite awesome being a part of something so big and global and just being able to see how it all comes together. It snowed ALOT today and it was really foggy up in the mountains, I still can't believe that I am here. A few years ago I wouldn't have imagined me being involved in such a SNOWY environment, especially since this place is a SUPER BIG ski resort. It's like a ski-ers paradise! My legs are getting some major workout from my boots, I feel like I am constantly doing the stairmasters since we have to scale mountains so frequently. My co-workers have been partying like mad and here I am... just glad to be back in the hotel and in my bed. Seriously... I should just make an entry about this bed. Here goes:

Dear Fairmont Bed #533 (Bed #1),

I don't know what it is about you that makes me think of you ever so frequently. I don't think I've ever met a bed like you before, you're all I've ever wanted in a bed and you're all I ever need in a bed. Your feathered pillows caress my skin like no other and your firm touch supports all the curves of my body. You build me up with confidence and provide not only physical but also emotional support as you aid me on and bid me farewell each day when I head off to work. Goodbyes are always bittersweet as you remind me each day of what a wonderful job I am working at and yet when I am there, a part of me is left behind with you. You know, I can get so lost in you, I can be head over heels one day and right side up and upside down the next, you are big enough for me. Some people say interracial relationships will never work but you work for me. You are as white and pure as snow and you get cleaned and made everyday. I wake up and leave you disheveled only to come back to you being all "clean-shavened" and ready to enjoy some alone time with me. What more can I ask for in a *achem*? You are the light at the end of the tunnel when things get tiring at work and hours get long, and the thought of coming back to you gives my stomach butterflies. You always welcome me home with open arms and I make a mental snapshot of us every day when I jump and sink into your arms. A wise person once told me that comfortable silence measures the strength in a friendship and that seems to be all we have! You have so much to give, and I can't possibly imagine taking more from you. An awesome listener you are--listening to me breathe and protecting me in your arms all throughout the dangerous dark nights when black bears are said to attack in Whistler. As I lay my head on your chest... I drift off into endless wonders of lovely happenings... all the glorious love we share... I love thee bed.

And now I sleep,
Naomi