The precision of a mattress is sleep. Tonight the matress cleaves as you enter. The mattress pretends to sleep as you cleave to the outside of my precision. You shake. I shake it on the mattress, which is not happy because I usually choose the floor. The floor is happy even though it needs refinishing. You get up to leave. I run to the door. The floor is malcontent. You're already halfway down the stairs. I go on stairing one by one, but forget about you once you're out of sight. I run back into my room and trip over my feet hitting my head on the mattress. They both giggle. I throw my phone at the mattress. The floor chuckles. I masturbate and cum on the floor to show it who's boss. The mattress screams, "Touche". I jump up and down on the mattress knocking the phone on the floor and hear the receiver. I forgot to say goodbye. I call you and get your mechanical voice. I say, "How about a quickie tomorrow"? Your line is silent.