Mattress + Wanting

Why is the mattress so flat, my body is not a board. The surface is stiff like a piece of paper folder over ten or eleven times. There is a sense that a cushion could exist which makes the stiffness that much worse, taunting. The dream is to check into any number of places and have the well dressed concierge inform me that I will be the last person ever in all of time to sleep in the room assigned to me. Should anything in the room (namely the mattress) meet my fancy it may be purchased upon checkout. Everything is for sale. So perhaps a few days later I leave and leave my home address at the front desk to deliver the mattress, maybe also a lamp. When the mattress arrives I throw a party. Inviting over friends to help me lift the odd body up the stairs and welcome the addition to my home. The night is cheerful, glasses in hands with good laughter in the air, acting as if a long lost cousin finally made their way to America. Then the early morning hours glance their minutes behind my ear and I retire, leaving the few guests to murmur with the fruit bats outside. I brace against the mattress, fingers wide, palms stretched, and I push. The mattress does well to fill itself around me, cushioned and cocooned. Then, next, the alarm hums and I know stiffness in parts of my back unknown to me before this morning. The dream is that, only a dream, and my mattress and I remain stiff.