i like sleeping in clean bed sheets, i have found the cleaner they are the better sleep i get. sometimes i want them to be a different colour than what they are. white is boring, clean but boring
The sheets were billowing because of the wind. The white sheets were stained with red. The red was unidentifiable, but it looked a bit like blood. No, that could not be blood. Those were the sheets from my grandmother’s room. It was impossible that she was still sick, she told me that she did not spit blood anymore. How could she lie to her family about her health?
In the sheets one can find some of the funniest stories around. However, these stories never get prints on sheets of paper that one will ever read. Funny how we recall only what happens and not what is read.
I love walking past the blue berry patch and seeing the clothesline with freshly washed sheets hanging from them. The smell of the fabric softener Mom always surrounds me as I watch the white sheets dance on the line. The blue summer sky is their back ground and I am their audience.
i wish i was lying in my bed with my sheets all tangled with you. you are so hot. and i wish i wasn’t too afraid to tell you so. cause if i could boy oh would we never get out of bed.
They were rumpled, these sheets. He couldn’t recall just how long he’d lain in bed, but he didn’t care. That didn’t matter at all to him. Overhead, he could hear the snow falling on the transparent glass of the roof. Too long, now, had she gone to take a bath.
At the sound of the door open, he lifted his vast, horned head, the lava crawl of his eyes flicked aside.
“That was a poor, premature idea,” he told the still dripping-wet woman standing in the doorway, “as I was nowhere near done with you yet,” he crooned, lips curling into a dire, wicked grin.
The cat tangle himself in the sheets. I swore at him and pulled, buthe refused to be released. I glared at the mangy, poofy, and frustrating feline as I deliberate giving in. I then yanked the sheet with all my might, pulling little Malcolm to the floor with a thud. He looked at me as if to say, “What was that for, you mean person?” I snorted, “You have nine lives, you idiot!”
I love sheets. They are cool and make me feel clean. My sheets are blue. They used to be Teddy bears. I like the smell of fresh,clean,sheets right when they get out of the wash. I like the detergent. Speaking of sheets, I need to wash mine along with my other bedding.
sheets of rain and hail tippity tap my window. makes me happy to see rain. the world probably could use a good cleansing from all the bull shit us humans put it through.
Under the sheets, I can feel your ice cubes of toes wiggle about. You’re waking up. God, it’s wonderful. You stretch your body out, but quickly retract and curl back in. It’s too early for you, and you want to fall back asleep.
But I’m awake. Seeing you move is electrifying.
of paper are awesome. you can write on them and color on them and you turn reports in on them and school uses a bunch of heets of aper each day probably like a bajillion sheets a paper a year. thats alot. and alot of trees dying. thats sad:( i dont like school anymore. not that i ever did but now that i thik about it schools sucks
sheets of paper. everywhere all your life. school work. paper money. rules the word causes war. parper paper paper falling everywhere all the time birth cetificate to death certificate. kills you in the end. vote on paper. write on paper. sheets are for you bed though. sleep sex dreams. nightmares. on and on and on and on and on
bed sheets. sleeping. cozy. warm embrace. 1000 thread count. restless nights. dreamful nights. sheets bring dreams. sheets give you hugs when no one else can. bed sheets always lay with you.
As I make the bed I notice the sheets are to short for the bed, dam why did I not look
at the tag when I bought them today. Instead I was to busy looking for the perfect design that would go with my bed spread. And now I am stuck with them because
they were on sale and they dont take refunds, stinking sheets !
He shivered, knees hunched up to his chest, the sheets pulled tight around him. He couldn’t warm up. Soon his thoughts drifted to her again, wondering if she was warm enough, if she was thinking of him. Two would be better than one. Surely they’d keep each other warm… But she wasn’t here, and he was cold. He closed his eyes and slid under the covers, turned onto his side and tried to make himself as small as possible. He wouldn’t think of her anymore, he told himself. But her name slipped from his lips in a sigh, and then she invaded his dreams.
Sheets draped over chairs, pillows stacked, cat toy and stuffed animal ammunition at the ready, my fort rocks! You can’t hope to compete against me, any sheet for you build will pale in compare. I have all the cushions from the couch! haha!
are made of love and the wonderful silk drifts away as we dream in our beds. sheets are the mother’s warmth and the father’s touch and they caress our bodies as we drift away into an unknown. we know our sheets we don’t know our dreams. they are soft and sweet and they know how to calm.
Flip up, flip out. The hot summer days at camp made bed-making a very sweat producing task. Sometimes sheets don’t fit, sometimes they make a mess you just can’t fix. But the fun is in making it an adventure.
I climbed into the sheets. He sat on top of me. I was trapped. I thought he would never be able to find me. This is the place I went to think so many times. It would now be where I would think my last thought. I’m going insane, insane I tell you. This is just a dream, like every other thought I’ve had here.
I find it cold under these bed sheets. The insomniac within me lets nostalgia take over me and I think about times in the past–back when things used to be simple. Back when good grades made me happy with life, and I was rewarded by my parents. But now the ridiculous workload gets a simple pat on the back, if I’m lucky.
I haven’t been happy. I haven’t been as happy as I should be. And I wish someone kept me company under these blankets. We’d keep each other warm.
God fucking damn, you are so beautiful. And then there’s me.
My bed sheets are my favorite place to be. I love to crawl into bed, under my sheets when they are still cold from me not being in my bed. I love the feeling of the cold pillow case on my place. And then, after I have been there for a while, they start to warm up and it feels nice and cozy.
They were as white as the snow that had fallen earlier that morning, as her fair skin as she laid next to me, wrapped in silence. Her breath caressed my cheek, soft whispers danced among my chin hair, slept on my light red lips. They were laid for us and under us, until the day arrives.
Ijustin loves sheets coffee. I’ve never heard of the place. but I guess it makes sense considering she lives in th US and I’m in canada. We have something similiar to it called …
Egyptian cotton is the best. the higher the thread count; the better. in the summer i like silk sheets, but in the winter i prefer cotton- for warmth. in the dorms we used sheets to block the sunlight from coming in the windows. i love the smell of clean sheets. mmm laundry.
800 thread count sheets are the best if they are Egyptian in nature. the long threads make it easier for the sheets to expel heat away from the body and keep you cool at night. Anything less is simply bad… don’t settle for anything less!
Thade looked out of the window with dismal enthusiasm. “Well…. we need it….” He blinked slightly as he suddenly realized Thorn was gone. Looking around, he found her outside, standing in the rain. Water fell in sheets, pouring warm sweet life onto the ground. Thorn stood, calm, her hand outstretched as if to catch as much as she could. For an instant, Thade saw Ragni, his innocent sister.
Slinking further and deeper beneath the covers on the bed, Phee sighed heavily. The blankets barely did anything to combat the cold air, or hide the sound of the rain falling in heavy sheets. Sooner or later she’d have to crawl out of the bed, light the fire, and write last night’s work. There was much to do, and less than a month to do it. She paused, doing a quick mental count in her head: Her birthday was coming up shortly, wasn’t it? Not even a week…now wasn’t the time to think about that, she had to get to work.
Slinking further and deeper beneath the covers on the bed, Phee sighed heavily. The blankets barely did anything to combat the cold air, or hide the sound of the rain falling in heavy sheets. Sooner or later she’d have to crawl out of the bed, light the fire, and write last nights work. There was much to do.
He began to remove the blood soaked sheets from the bed, with the thoughts of what he had done running through his head. How could he have possibly lost control like that? It was just another argument, nothing special. Yet, he couldn’t stop himself from picking up that gun, from pointing it at Audra. AUDRA. The love of his life. And now…
She snuggled further into the black sheets. Sheets she had picked out with HIM. So much had happened in this bed. This is where they confessed their love and this is where she lay to cry when he left her. She rolled over onto her back and swiped her hair out of her face. It was time to be done with this.
“Tomorrow,” she thought, “I will go buy new sheets.”
It was under my white sheets, that I really cried.
It started in the movie theater that weekend after.
But it was a torrential downpour on my sheets. They wrapped themselves around me just when you forgot how.
sheets of rain sheets whitening in the rain sheets of ice sheets on bed to be changed sheets of paper
Let’s choose raining in sheets. The rain is coming down so fast and hard it appears as a sheet of water in front of your car blocking all sight. To escape ths one needs to look to the side of the sheet and see
Sheets are used on beds. They make the bed feel a little softer since you’re not on a hard mattress. Sheets also make you feel a little bit warmer! So you know, you’re not freezing to death. They’re not as warm as blankets you know, but they sure get the job done (well I think so anyway). So yes. This is what sheets are.
sheets of egyptian cotton. funny. i was thinking about that earlier today. sheets of paper. sheets of music. bed sheets. o sheet! hahahaha. cursing is bad. no cursing. reading tumblr. on tumblr. addicted to tumblr. since when. since i made one.
the sheets crinkle with age, the touch of skin to cotton long past, cemented onto the mattress as they were left. they pale to the snow that sneaks inside through the cracks in the window, stained from cigarettes and time, the smell of smoke replaced by stale air, unused, lingering along what used to matter.
the sight stills her in the doorway, toes crooked over aged wood, the creak of failing strength trampling over the silence that’s made itself at home. only the tiniest breath escapes her in terrified awe as she looks at the bedroom that has now become a mausoleum of before.
Sheets make me think of fuzzy, warm, flowered coziness. It makes me sleepyyy. It makes me think of luxury…of silky satin. Knights in white satin.
i like sleeping in clean bed sheets, i have found the cleaner they are the better sleep i get. sometimes i want them to be a different colour than what they are. white is boring, clean but boring
The sheets were billowing because of the wind. The white sheets were stained with red. The red was unidentifiable, but it looked a bit like blood. No, that could not be blood. Those were the sheets from my grandmother’s room. It was impossible that she was still sick, she told me that she did not spit blood anymore. How could she lie to her family about her health?
In the sheets one can find some of the funniest stories around. However, these stories never get prints on sheets of paper that one will ever read. Funny how we recall only what happens and not what is read.
I love walking past the blue berry patch and seeing the clothesline with freshly washed sheets hanging from them. The smell of the fabric softener Mom always surrounds me as I watch the white sheets dance on the line. The blue summer sky is their back ground and I am their audience.
i wish i was lying in my bed with my sheets all tangled with you. you are so hot. and i wish i wasn’t too afraid to tell you so. cause if i could boy oh would we never get out of bed.
They were rumpled, these sheets. He couldn’t recall just how long he’d lain in bed, but he didn’t care. That didn’t matter at all to him. Overhead, he could hear the snow falling on the transparent glass of the roof. Too long, now, had she gone to take a bath.
At the sound of the door open, he lifted his vast, horned head, the lava crawl of his eyes flicked aside.
“That was a poor, premature idea,” he told the still dripping-wet woman standing in the doorway, “as I was nowhere near done with you yet,” he crooned, lips curling into a dire, wicked grin.
The cat tangle himself in the sheets. I swore at him and pulled, buthe refused to be released. I glared at the mangy, poofy, and frustrating feline as I deliberate giving in. I then yanked the sheet with all my might, pulling little Malcolm to the floor with a thud. He looked at me as if to say, “What was that for, you mean person?” I snorted, “You have nine lives, you idiot!”
I love sheets. They are cool and make me feel clean. My sheets are blue. They used to be Teddy bears. I like the smell of fresh,clean,sheets right when they get out of the wash. I like the detergent. Speaking of sheets, I need to wash mine along with my other bedding.
sheets of rain and hail tippity tap my window. makes me happy to see rain. the world probably could use a good cleansing from all the bull shit us humans put it through.
well deserved rain.
Under the sheets, I can feel your ice cubes of toes wiggle about. You’re waking up. God, it’s wonderful. You stretch your body out, but quickly retract and curl back in. It’s too early for you, and you want to fall back asleep.
But I’m awake. Seeing you move is electrifying.
of paper are awesome. you can write on them and color on them and you turn reports in on them and school uses a bunch of heets of aper each day probably like a bajillion sheets a paper a year. thats alot. and alot of trees dying. thats sad:( i dont like school anymore. not that i ever did but now that i thik about it schools sucks
sheets of paper. everywhere all your life. school work. paper money. rules the word causes war. parper paper paper falling everywhere all the time birth cetificate to death certificate. kills you in the end. vote on paper. write on paper. sheets are for you bed though. sleep sex dreams. nightmares. on and on and on and on and on
bed sheets. sleeping. cozy. warm embrace. 1000 thread count. restless nights. dreamful nights. sheets bring dreams. sheets give you hugs when no one else can. bed sheets always lay with you.
As I make the bed I notice the sheets are to short for the bed, dam why did I not look
at the tag when I bought them today. Instead I was to busy looking for the perfect design that would go with my bed spread. And now I am stuck with them because
they were on sale and they dont take refunds, stinking sheets !
He shivered, knees hunched up to his chest, the sheets pulled tight around him. He couldn’t warm up. Soon his thoughts drifted to her again, wondering if she was warm enough, if she was thinking of him. Two would be better than one. Surely they’d keep each other warm… But she wasn’t here, and he was cold. He closed his eyes and slid under the covers, turned onto his side and tried to make himself as small as possible. He wouldn’t think of her anymore, he told himself. But her name slipped from his lips in a sigh, and then she invaded his dreams.
Cool soft wrapping worries prolonging the days troubles security blanket affording protection from the wicked sun and capricious moon.
Sheets draped over chairs, pillows stacked, cat toy and stuffed animal ammunition at the ready, my fort rocks! You can’t hope to compete against me, any sheet for you build will pale in compare. I have all the cushions from the couch! haha!
are made of love and the wonderful silk drifts away as we dream in our beds. sheets are the mother’s warmth and the father’s touch and they caress our bodies as we drift away into an unknown. we know our sheets we don’t know our dreams. they are soft and sweet and they know how to calm.
Flip up, flip out. The hot summer days at camp made bed-making a very sweat producing task. Sometimes sheets don’t fit, sometimes they make a mess you just can’t fix. But the fun is in making it an adventure.
Sheets beat the cleets dry off the feet of the meek who weep over deep cuts.
I climbed into the sheets. He sat on top of me. I was trapped. I thought he would never be able to find me. This is the place I went to think so many times. It would now be where I would think my last thought. I’m going insane, insane I tell you. This is just a dream, like every other thought I’ve had here.
I find it cold under these bed sheets. The insomniac within me lets nostalgia take over me and I think about times in the past–back when things used to be simple. Back when good grades made me happy with life, and I was rewarded by my parents. But now the ridiculous workload gets a simple pat on the back, if I’m lucky.
I haven’t been happy. I haven’t been as happy as I should be. And I wish someone kept me company under these blankets. We’d keep each other warm.
God fucking damn, you are so beautiful. And then there’s me.
My bed sheets are my favorite place to be. I love to crawl into bed, under my sheets when they are still cold from me not being in my bed. I love the feeling of the cold pillow case on my place. And then, after I have been there for a while, they start to warm up and it feels nice and cozy.
They were as white as the snow that had fallen earlier that morning, as her fair skin as she laid next to me, wrapped in silence. Her breath caressed my cheek, soft whispers danced among my chin hair, slept on my light red lips. They were laid for us and under us, until the day arrives.
Ijustin loves sheets coffee. I’ve never heard of the place. but I guess it makes sense considering she lives in th US and I’m in canada. We have something similiar to it called …
Egyptian cotton is the best. the higher the thread count; the better. in the summer i like silk sheets, but in the winter i prefer cotton- for warmth. in the dorms we used sheets to block the sunlight from coming in the windows. i love the smell of clean sheets. mmm laundry.
800 thread count sheets are the best if they are Egyptian in nature. the long threads make it easier for the sheets to expel heat away from the body and keep you cool at night. Anything less is simply bad… don’t settle for anything less!
Thade looked out of the window with dismal enthusiasm. “Well…. we need it….” He blinked slightly as he suddenly realized Thorn was gone. Looking around, he found her outside, standing in the rain. Water fell in sheets, pouring warm sweet life onto the ground. Thorn stood, calm, her hand outstretched as if to catch as much as she could. For an instant, Thade saw Ragni, his innocent sister.
Slinking further and deeper beneath the covers on the bed, Phee sighed heavily. The blankets barely did anything to combat the cold air, or hide the sound of the rain falling in heavy sheets. Sooner or later she’d have to crawl out of the bed, light the fire, and write last night’s work. There was much to do, and less than a month to do it. She paused, doing a quick mental count in her head: Her birthday was coming up shortly, wasn’t it? Not even a week…now wasn’t the time to think about that, she had to get to work.
Slinking further and deeper beneath the covers on the bed, Phee sighed heavily. The blankets barely did anything to combat the cold air, or hide the sound of the rain falling in heavy sheets. Sooner or later she’d have to crawl out of the bed, light the fire, and write last nights work. There was much to do.
He began to remove the blood soaked sheets from the bed, with the thoughts of what he had done running through his head. How could he have possibly lost control like that? It was just another argument, nothing special. Yet, he couldn’t stop himself from picking up that gun, from pointing it at Audra. AUDRA. The love of his life. And now…
She snuggled further into the black sheets. Sheets she had picked out with HIM. So much had happened in this bed. This is where they confessed their love and this is where she lay to cry when he left her. She rolled over onto her back and swiped her hair out of her face. It was time to be done with this.
“Tomorrow,” she thought, “I will go buy new sheets.”
It was under my white sheets, that I really cried.
It started in the movie theater that weekend after.
But it was a torrential downpour on my sheets. They wrapped themselves around me just when you forgot how.
life maybe a bunch of white sheets that you can fill with anything, it’s always up to you how much color it’s in them…
Lightness discarded,
Like sheets of music crumpled and;
Thrown into wastebins.
sheets of rain sheets whitening in the rain sheets of ice sheets on bed to be changed sheets of paper
Let’s choose raining in sheets. The rain is coming down so fast and hard it appears as a sheet of water in front of your car blocking all sight. To escape ths one needs to look to the side of the sheet and see
Sheets are used on beds. They make the bed feel a little softer since you’re not on a hard mattress. Sheets also make you feel a little bit warmer! So you know, you’re not freezing to death. They’re not as warm as blankets you know, but they sure get the job done (well I think so anyway). So yes. This is what sheets are.
sheets of egyptian cotton. funny. i was thinking about that earlier today. sheets of paper. sheets of music. bed sheets. o sheet! hahahaha. cursing is bad. no cursing. reading tumblr. on tumblr. addicted to tumblr. since when. since i made one.
the sheets crinkle with age, the touch of skin to cotton long past, cemented onto the mattress as they were left. they pale to the snow that sneaks inside through the cracks in the window, stained from cigarettes and time, the smell of smoke replaced by stale air, unused, lingering along what used to matter.
the sight stills her in the doorway, toes crooked over aged wood, the creak of failing strength trampling over the silence that’s made itself at home. only the tiniest breath escapes her in terrified awe as she looks at the bedroom that has now become a mausoleum of before.