A Brief History of Beds

Old beds reinventing themselves as hammocks for the distilling of sweat and foam into an archive of dreams. Sprung mattress’ sag like spavined camels, or twist days and nights together into sheets stuffed with mental laundry. Some beds have fallen comatose, they wilt like boneless owls in slumbering hollows. Beds keep their history recorded in the brain-stems of a thousand bodily impressions; beneath lumpy mattresses horror movies clump, and pornographic images are laid timorously to rest. A young boy jumps up and down on his bed. One day he jumps very high, when he lands he is a teenager. By his side a young girl (both), not knowing what to do next, until the bed begins to whisper to them.