Bed is Bae Because…
I was asked the question, “Why is bed bae?” and I came to the following conclusions:
Bed is bae because…
- It’s always there for me after a long day
- It never asks me why I’m waking up at 1 o’clock in the afternoon on a Monday
- It never makes me do anything I don’t want to do
- It never pushes me to make more room for itself
- It never takes my pillows
- Or all of the blankets
- It doesn’t judge me when I drunkenly eat pizza in it
- Or why I was a drunk slob last night and wore my makeup to bed
- Or when I’m hungover
- Or when I watch an entire series on Netflix in it
- It lets all of my friends pile in
- It always wants me to stay in with it on the weekend
- It never gets sick of me
- It doesn’t care if it gets made because it knows I’ll be back for some more that night
- It basically lets me do whatever I want without judgment, so bed will always be bae even when there’s a real bae.
