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She reverently rubbed her fingers along the silken mattress. She pressed her cheek to the cool, velvet pillows. The comforter was thick and irresistibly soft, like a billowing cloud. She toppled into it, relieved to rest her weary feet. Warmth and darkness enveloped her. She soon succumbed to the call of sleep.

By Liz Newsom, May 30, 2014.
General

I drive commuters to and from the train station in my bus. I sometimes think of the of my bus as a giant four-wheeled bed.

By mikeb, May 26, 2012.