bed

I write with my back propped on the bed. Trying to mold my body into a more comfortable figurine—attempting to see whether a relaxed positioning will make my writing appear simpler. Impossible, the facts are: I am cushioned by a bed that envelops me, by pillows that comfort the pains that strive down my spine. My writing turns lush—why of course, I am in bed and picturing marvels.