Oh this? This is my new bed it holds no memories or sentimental value. Why? You ask; Because no childhood friend watched thrillers with me on it. And no brother, nor sister held me when I was crying my eyes out on it. And no mother tucked me in when I was pretending to be sick to miss school. And no boy changed the aroma of these sheets. They’re brand new. Oh, and those pillows don’t have dry tears on them or Any sign of last night’s makeup on them. Well, my old duvet cover had colorful elegant flowers on it. I guess they haven’t bloomed on this one yet, it’s not the season anyway And what I’ve noticed is my new detergent smells like insomnia nights and peculiar dreams about people I used to remember, but I don’t anymore. And now I position myself in the center. I don’t make space for anyone to join in. Well, I guess, I can’t afford to change those sheets again. This is my new bed, I’ll be seeing a lot of it.