Dear bed

I'm sure I should be posting something here about how freaking awesome it is that New York loves everyone, but really all I can think about is this:

Is kinda awesome, yet also kinda douchey. 

I love the idea of being on a beach, alone, with a bed. 

Who am I kidding?! 

I'll take anywhere with a bed.

I'd be out. 

Face first. 

O.U.T.

 

Dear bed: I miss you.

I know we haven't seen much of each other lately, and I'm sorry about that. I'm told sleep improves brain function and other magical things, decreases cancer risk, and makes a girl more beautiful. What's not to love?

Also, I found this pic of a bed:

That is a bed. I shit you not.

Ridic, no?

And I was so ready for bed.

Now, I gag.