Bedside table...
My bedside table is very special to me. It is a nightstand and bookcase. Seeking out the perfect black bedroom
furniture, I had it custom made by a woodworker. A distressed worn look with an underlying red
underneath that peeks where the black stain is randomly wiped away.
This bedside table is my friend on lazy
Saturday mornings (like today) when I am in bed longer...sitting up. It holds my coffee, my phone, a light, my
meds...my glasses when I sleep.
Sometimes it has books on it but most of my reading books are on the
bookshelves (a pair, one on each side of the bed) or in my tote. It also has some of Arthur’s hair noticeably
against the black base...signs of how much time I spend here.
My bedside table has been with me through my
single years and since I married Ed. It
has heard numerous conversations and prayers. It has seen Ed and I hold each
other and make love. It has seen me sick
and seen me sad. It never complains when
it has to hold my snotty tissues.
My bedside table has seen me change
Noah...Elijah...and Gabriel. It has
watched me and one of my grandsons lay on top of the bed watching movies
(Elijah loved the Chronicles of Narnia – The Lion, The Witch, and The
Wardrobe).
My bedside table has heard the many birds
outside my bedroom window...where the feeders welcome them. It has noticed the cycle of the changing dull
color of the goldfinches evolve to a brilliant yellow as spring arrives. It also witnessed the possum that tried to
invade the birdseed in the middle of the night.
My bedside table experiences my life with me
and knows me so well. Often as I lay my
head next on my pillow, I believe it can hear the thoughts in my head...my
worries, my fears, my gratitude, my randomness, my happiness, my glee, my
prayers.
It really deserves better care and more
dusting. But it never complains. My
bedside table – a faithful friend.
This brought a smile to my face. Oh the stories mine could tell too.
ReplyDeleteWe forget that they are there...they know our secrets!
DeleteI like this, really like it.
ReplyDeleteThat's what's fun about the one word prompts: you have no idea where it is going to take it.
DeleteI'm a fan of my bedside table too. Interesting how objects like these become so familiar they become friends. Great job with the prompt, fellow 31 dayer!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Julie!
DeleteThis was awesome. Don't think I would had thought of this direction myself, but you definitely put me there beside mine and all the memories
ReplyDeleteMemories abound everywhere...some good, some not so much, but they are all a part of the fabric of you!
DeleteMine is small very small, so I have a bedside bag. :) It holds a lot of treasured books and journals. What a sweet post, loved this.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Laura!
DeleteI have a couch-side table that I am beginning to feel this way about. It is topped with more books and notebooks, pens, and not as neat as yours. I love the description of yours. I had not thought about my own table this way, but it is true. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteWell, I also have a tote of goodies that goes from the chair in the living room to work with me...pens, books, journals...can't be without them.
DeleteI will not be able to sleep tonight without thinking of my bedside table. I didn't create mine but I do like it just the same. Mine is more cluttered - it holds a ton of essential oils; books; the dogs meds; and a ton of other stuff that does not need to be there. I will think about it as a faithful friend who never complains though and I will smile. Loved your post!!!
ReplyDeleteMy gratitude really increased when I thought about the snotty tissues...
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