Down Filled Deception.

You may not know this, but my comforter talks to me, the lying cheating thing. This morning it convinced me to stay in bed for ten extra minutes. So I did, and it was pointless. I don’t feel any more rested, I never did get back to the dream long enough to find out who I was whispering sweet nothings to and the house wasn’t any warmer when I did get up. All that happened was that I had to rush through getting ready, barely got to work on time and almost forgot to bring bread to work for taste testing. That down filled sweet talking thing is trouble. It even called me at work once, trying to convince me that it would be a good idea to go home and go back to bed.