Dear bed,

I want to start this off by saying that I miss you very much. Yes, my bed here at college is pretty comfy (only in thanks to an extremely plush memory foam topper), but it can't even begin to compare to you. There is nothing quite like collapsing into you - my own bed in my own room - at the end of a long day.

For too many years, I took your comfort for granted. And I don't just mean your physical comfort either. Don't get me wrong, you are very comfortable on a physical level, but there is so much more to you. There is the solitude of being alone in my room. There is the safety of knowing that Mom and Dad are right in the next room. There is the comfort of my childhood teddy bear sitting right there, whenever I need him. (how's he doing, by the way?)

All throughout grade school and high school, you were always there for me. I would get off the bus, come inside, go upstairs, and there you would be waiting. I'd throw my dirty clothes on you, but I know you didn't mind. I would sit on you and spread my homework all over you. I would sit for hours doing work, procrastinating, or talking on the phone. You were always there to support me. Literally.

Now that I'm away from you, I appreciate you so much more. I don't think I ever realized how lucky I was to have you. I am so thankful for all of the times that we had together. But I'm even more grateful for the times that we will have in the future. I absolutely cannot wait to come home after being away for so long. I can't wait to see you. I know you will be a sight for sore eyes.

Love,

Sarah