Bed _ _ _ Eliza Gower

This was once my parents bed. The place I crawled to as a child when I was sick or scared. And the one I returned to as a teenager after long trips away. It is now my bed. And the closest thing I have to home. A relic of my past. An unchanging comfort in an ever-changing life. The place I long for when I'm far away. The keeper of my tears, my fears, my midnight madness. And the only place that knows the true depth of my love, and keeps him warm and safe for me each night as darkness falls.