Emin-ent

I never feel I've had enough, even when I've had too much, I fight against it every evening, I try to steal away extra minutes of it every morning, I hate sharing it, I like the sheets crumpled up, I like them clean, I need lots of cushions and pillows, all flowers and patterns must face up, all labels must be at the bottom right corner, its big, its brilliant, its all mine... its my bed!