My bed begged me to be Blue,

frozen and fixed to her soft sheets,

adored and enveloped by her warmth as a new week began,

and another Monday made its way towards me.

I could see her argument,

and I could hear my alarm, insistent and quite desperate,

and I could feel her embrace, and the trying temptation of a duvet day.

A long, laboured sigh was heard,

perhaps just in the room,

or perhaps across the world,

as I betrayed my bed,

who had done nothing but loved me,

and went into the cold, withholding world.