When I was about 12 or 13 years old I begged and pleaded for a waterbed. I loved my super-single, full-motion waterbed. Oh, how, I loved it with all the love you could give a bed. But, for some moment of insanity later in my teenage years, I allowed my parents to talk me into switching to a regular twin bed. I don't even remember the particulars about why it would be best. All I know is that I missed my waterbed. Then, during my second year of college when I met my sweetheart and we married - fate stepped in.
When my man was 12 years old he took a paper route so he could save money to buy....you guessed it! A full-motion waterbed! Our love was destiny, the sheer hand of God - for I had met a mate who would love to sleep in the comfort of the waves with me...(sigh)... Naturally, when we got married and bought our bed we went for a king sized, full-motion waterbed. We're old school, baby! None of that waterbed disguised as a real bed crap for us. Go full-motion or stay home! Sorry.
We've been married nearly 15 years now. That bed has served us well. It has moved 6 times with us. It's always warm and cozy when we crawl into it at night. A gentle flick of my foot and it rocks me to sleep. Mmmm... But lately... well, let's pretend it were a person. Here's what I would say.