I tossed and turned, the springs of my mattress jabbing into my hip bones, grinding against my joints. My shoulders buzzed with a lack of circulation. My neck ached and I spent several nights switching pillows. Nothing seemed to alleviate the discomfort and pain. I flipped over and heard the fated crack of a spring beneath the thin material…
I wandered through the store amid a forest of mattresses, pushing on fabric, peering at price tags and whispering to my partner. A salesperson offered his assistance, narrowing down our choices by leading us to a little pocket of softer mattresses, specially made for people who suffered with body pain. They were designed to be flexible and yielding on top, but offer firm support underneath. I lurked around one particular mattress, intrigued by its attractive qualities. My body sunk into its spongy surface; the mattress curled over my body, soothing my tender joints. I lay on my side with ease, enjoying the soft fabric against my skin. I happily introduced my credit card to our new bed set.
A week later, the store delivered our new bed. The workers leaned the mattress and box spring against my living room wall; their girth seemed to engulf half my apartment and blocked the light coming through my window. My partner and I would have the task of dragging them into the bedroom and placing both box spring and mattress into our frame – or more accurately, my partner would have that luxury.
It didn’t take long to put everything in its place. I gazed at our new bed…there was something peculiar about it…I couldn’t put my finger on it…something…I stepped closer and was surprised to see the mattress came up just above my waist – it was at least a foot taller than our last bed. I climbed up on it, with a slight bit of difficulty – I wondered how I would climb into it on the days when the old lady took possession of my joints. I looked around for a solution and located a small footstool I used when organizing the sweaters on a high shelf in my closet…it was the perfect step to boost me onto our new tall bed.
That night, I slipped under fresh sheets onto a comfortable mattress, and sunk into it’s comforting embrace.
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J.G. Chayko is a writer, actress, and international arthritis advocate who’s been involved in theatre for more than 30 years and has published poetry, fiction, and creative non-fiction.