Dear Beloved Bed,

Freshly made with clean sheets, just washed and brought from home, you sit there--less than ten feet away. I see your enticing arms. I see your sly smile. And I know what you're up to. I know what that look means. But I cannot be tempted. And I cannot be lured into your warm embrace when there is work to do. Damn you, seductress. Damn you. And the pillows too.

Some day we'll be together again. . . Some day. . .

Forever yours,
(From the desk,)
Allison