Sunday, November 15, 2015

Blog Post 12: Isabel Bandoroff

My life is a roller coster, I never know when 120 pounds (give or take) is going to fling itself onto me. I'm primarily used at night; however, Isabel likes to burrow up inside me on lazy Sundays or after a hard day at school as well. I'm made of dark brown stained wood and am sturdy. I'm comprised of green and blue covers and comforters and pillows and mattresses. During the night I am kicked and slobbered on, sat on by dogs and humans, and my sheets are flung off of me, leaving me naked and cold. I'm very warm when Isabel is here, she's good at cuddling and keeps me company. The days are very lonely though, I yearn for those hard days at school, or when the dogs sneak upstairs and jump on me (even though they aren't allowed). I did not however appreciate the time when the furry white creature peed on me, that was unpleasant. Every week or so my sheets are torn off of me and come back smelling nice and fresh, or have a completely different color and pattern all together. Isabel never likes to make me, but sometimes the older lady comes in and tucks in my sheets and fixes my pillows. That feels really nice, it's like I'm being hugged and squeezed even when Isabel isn't here. I wish she would make me more, but I know she's busy. I really don't want her to go off to college, I know we will miss each other and I will lay cold and empty for months on end. What if they throw me away? I'm just glad I have another year and a half with her and the dogs to come lay and cuddle with me.

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