08-08 samnote

I am about to go to sleep. Tyler is about to leave.
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I close the bedroom door with the lock and flop down on my bed. Not too comfortable. I shuffle a bit most nights so everything feels right.
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Not now.
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I lean to the right. The left side rises. I push a little more. The bed moves oppositely closer to the ground. Rise. Fall. See saw.
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I sit up a little and fall back down. The mattress rattles. There are no springs or anything. What's rattling?
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This stupid bed, too?
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I lean back.
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The bed rockets from under me across the room. Like a banana peel.
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Tyler hears and comes in. Tries. Knocks. I grab the bedpost and get back to my feet.
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Get in here, Tyler.
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The door flies open, Tyler there at me again. Right next to me. Asking. I don't know. It's off-balance or something. I fell off, Tyler. Don't laugh.
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I hit my nose. Tyler reeks all of a sudden. I want to rotate or shift or change the bed. This stupid bed.
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Tyler examines. Sits and slips, too. Taps the bed all over. Grabs and shifts the bed.
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No. Gets me to the foot of the bed. He tosses the sheets aside. Tells me to lift. I still don't see it. Stop ignoring me.
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We grab hold. Flip the whole bed over.
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Tyler runs his hand up and down. A big bump or something, all across the bottom-now-top of the mattress.
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I can't sleep on that, Tyler. I'll stretch all weird.
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"Better than losing your balance."
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I should have seen this.
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I'm fine. You have somewhere to go, don't you?