People always say that they are lonely, but they forget that when no one is with them, they are still there.
Maupassant said that the bed accompanies us throughout our lives. We are born on it, grow on it, and will eventually die on it. They will protect you forever, not relatives, not lovers, not friends, but everything in life, the wind, the water, the oxygen, the bed, the quilt, the dogs, their pure and sincere hearts that only love you. They have no complex and elusive thoughts, no twists and turns, no volatile emotions, only pure obedience of selfless dedication. Please don't forget all the things that have flowed and swayed around you. They may be lovers who will accompany you throughout your life.
DearShort story collection