bed

I got my wooden bed today. Never really thought it would happen. It's dark wood, with a hint of honey and red to it, the dark, rich red of a blood plum's flesh. It's a simple affair with vertical slats and square, flat knobs, with a tulip carved out of the centre slat on the bed head. At the moment it's propped up against the wall downstairs in the hall, all covered in dust, cob webs, and powderings of other loose garage-nook dirt.

I plan to set it up in the morning, for I am too tired now.

There is little else I feel like writing about. I suppose I'll leave it at that, for now.