I woke up one day. With the bed up against the wall. There was but one way in or out. So it can't be that I got out of bed on wrong side. If so it would be that way every day.

No this day was different. Nothing was going my way. I fought to keep my composure. Everything that I touched fell apart. Everything that I tried came up wrong.

I woke up one day. Nothing had changed. I hadn't rearranged. There was still only one way in or out. So it can't have been that I had gotten out of bed on the right side. Because then, it would be like this every day.

Yes this day was different. Everything was going my way. I fought to keep my composure. Every thing that I touched turned to gold. With out even trying everything was going right.

I woke up one day and pulled the bed off of the wall. Now I have an option. But first I need to to find which is the right side of my bed.

I Moved My Bed©
EdwinBrown9®™
1/25/16

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Life is not always fare... We never know which way things will turn out. If it only were as easy as getting out of bed on the right side.