“I’ll be back, my darling,” I promised the mattress, running one greasy hand over the sheets. “I’ll be clean and perfect for you. I never thought I’d meet a bed like you, never imagined how it could feel. I’ll return and we’ll spend many long, passionate nights together. No, don’t pull me back in. I promise, I won’t even wear a toga thing. It’ll just be my skin on your—”

