What I'm Grateful For
Oh hey I'm finally making a post. What I'm grateful for is my bed. I know, sounds crazy (Sarah Koenig where you at?) It sounds like something a millennial would say but it's true. I'm grateful for it because it's my everything. It's my hideout, my safe haven. When I'm sad I can just build a mountain of blankets and crawl in the middle and mope. But when I'm happy I can cuddle up to the soft blankets and think about life. It's the source of my happiness. It's got great memories and feelings to it. Like my most favorite feeling; before my dad leaves for work in the morning he gives me his pillow. Everything is so cold when it's so warm. It's the best. And that's another thing, it's warm. My room feels like Antarctica. So when my bed is nice and warm against the coldness of my room, it's so comfortable. It's the source of my dreams and nightmares. It's got personality. It's where I can spend hours mindlessly scro