Sleep deprived

I would kill for a mattress right now. I mean kill. A proper one, not like the excuse I have now. One that isn't the thickness of my finger and the approximate consistency of lumpy concrete. I have fantasies. But hell, I'd even settle for that right now, instead of the sitting room floor, with my sister hogging the blankets, my shoulder killing me, and my spine in a knot. Stupid guests. Stupid lack of beds. Stupid lack of mattresses.

Gods, but they're good fantasies. Softness and warmth, and all the blankets I could ask for, and something I could sink into, not bounce off. Something soft ...

*cries*