Crowning Glory

I've got the queen bed i've always wanted
because, well, you know, that's what everyone wanted
when they were a twenty-something
looking to live life like a twenty-something does
(the room for my legs is amazing and i no longer
bruise them banging them into the side of the wall )
but there wasn't a disclaimer,
the salesperson didn't warn me of the possible consequences of purchasing such a mattress,
of the perils of upgrading from king single to a queen
the sinking feeling of too much room
on this bed for one person alone and that there
should be another wishing for a bigger bed beside me,
maybe a king size one so that I'd stop kicking him at
two a.m. when I'm dreaming about being able to play soccer and winning the match with two seconds to go
but in reality my uncoordination means he has to dodge
my fifa-world-cup-wannabe-legs to avoid being bruised
and restrain my arms as i try to do a victory lap like an aeroplane...
so yes, the bed is nice.
but it makes the glass feel half empty and reaffirms
the belief that singles should sleep in singles to avoid
negative reinforcement of their single state
but, the room for my legs is amazing
and now i am living the twenty something dream
with twenty something pillows
fit for royalty.