Turn Me On

my pet mozzie is feeling extremely hungry this morning.

the little twit bit me on parts of my body like...six times.

somewhere in this room there's a really fat and sluggish mozzie buzzing around.

*looks around skeptically

it'd better fly away quick before i explode from rage and am provocated into clapping onto it!

so anyways, check this out...

while lying in bed late last night, i began to wonder: who invented the bolster?

i mean...while hugging onto mine, i suddenly realized that it probably was supposed to be like hugging another human being.

and i was immediately appalled by how i hugged my bolster to sleep every night.

"who was the sicko who invented something like that?!"

seems like embedded so deeply in us, is a need to have another being next to us, "to have and to hold", and yadda yadda yadda...

a bolster has become something some people can't sleep without. i mean...don't you find that the least bit disturbing?

and then my mind flashed back to my days in camp and while i was flying...and i heave a sigh of relief.

no bolsters then, and i got on just fine.

to me, i suppose a bolster is just a "nice to have", but not a "must have".

of course, you may dispute that.

hmm...i wonder if people who NEED bolsters...nevermind.

you see where i'm going with this.

so c'mon...spill.

are you a nightly bolster-hugger?

okay, i gotta admit.

i do miss my bolster at times.