Our Bed

As I strip the mattress bare and watch the pile of sheets, pillowcases, blankets and pillows grow I find myself thinking of you... and me. What comes to mind is sheer happiness. As I tuck the sheet under the foot of the bed (just like you like it) I catch myself laughing remembering the times we would stay awake late into the night wrestling... (I always won) trying to stay quiet until our laughter was uncontrollable and we would hear one of the kids yell from the next room... '' PUH-LEASE! ! KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE! WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP! '' I arrange the pillows just as I always do... (your favorite one on top) and I take an extra moment holding your favorite pillow... your scent drifts up to my face almost as if you are there. I set it in place and realize how many years have passed. We've experienced so much in this bed. The laughter is what rings in my ears as I fold back the comforter to expose just a touch of those all too familiar sheets (you know...the ones with the ducks flying on them) . As I leave our room I find a sense of anticipation in the thought that in a few short hours we will be here again...together.